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  1. I tried to make this first chapter with nothing that can be considered sexual material, since it's supposed only to give context about the world (and also because it features 15 year olds). I'll see if I can make a bigger chapter 2 soon. Chapter 1: 10 years before anything happens. “...so, due to the radiation in the air, we humans suffer severe damage over the course of our lives. Specifically in the bladder.” A biology teacher lectured his 8th grade class. “That’s why the vast majority of adults suffer from incontinence.” Luna wasn’t particularly interested in biology class. Both from being a 14 year-old girl that could be doing anything else with her time, and from disliking that underfunded school with its underpaid teachers. At least that one seemed to be making an effort, but she would’ve bet even her soul that he wouldn’t last until the end of the week. “Did I ever see that ceiling fan ever working” Luna was thinking, not really paying attention in class. “Uh, Mr.Krupp, what’s incontinence?” Asked a kid. “It’s not being able to hold your pee until reaching the toilet. That’s why most people use diapers nowadays.” Answered the teacher. “Will that be in the test?” The same kid asked. “Yes, you will need to know that to answer some questions.” “So that means you’re wearing a diaper right now?” Another kid asked. Of course it had to be the class clown. “Well, yeah. Just remember that having to wear diapers doesn’t diminish anyone’s value” The teacher explains, keeping a clear head, while a chunk of the class laughs “I’m sure you know several people who wear them, hell, there’s probably students in here who already need to wear them, there’s no shame in that.” “My father doesn’t need a diaper. Why is that?” An actual well intentioned kid asked. “Uh, *clear throat* You see, we’re not sure yet why some people lose their bladder control upon aging, and why others don’t. The best explanation I’ve seen until now is that he may just be immune to it.” “Like cockroaches that survive nuclear explosions?” “That’s a way to think about it.” “Will that be on the test?” The first kid again. Luna is bored out of her mind, but she also didn’t want to fail biology class, and was genuinely curious about one thing. One single thing, mostly because she wanted to poke a hole on what was being taught. “Hey, teacher. Why does that radiation only affect the person’s bladder.” she asked. “Here’s the thing though, it doesn’t. In many cases the person’s bowels are affected as well. Someti-” The class clown then interrupted the teacher “Yoo, Mr.Krupp. What are bowels” “It’s poop” And most of the class, Luna included, began laughing. Because you may leave the 5th grade behind, but the 5th grade never truly leaves you. “Oh dear lord” The teacher sighed. If the bet really existed, Luna would’ve raised it to him not lasting until the end of the day. “Look, I know this is a funny topic, but it’s important for you to learn, guys. Someday, you or people you care about will become incontinent, so you should at least understand what’s going on and that it’s normal.” The laughter died down, not because of the teacher’s speech, but still he got some control over the class back. “Thank you. Anyways, back to the question, sometimes you can see people who can’t control their bowels. That is due to a different way the radiation damages their organism...” Luna began zoning out again. She was always more interested in history, learning about the times before the bombs, its doctrine and way of life, such an alien and yet similar world. Unfortunately, this was not history class, and she was sleepy. The tables the class had may be uncomfortable, and even possibly broken, but anywhere is a good bed for a student. S h e j u s t h a d t o c l o s e h e r e y e s . . . [End of chapter]
  2. So I tried to see if there was a Wet Green as there was a Grey, then Red, then Blue. I couldn't find one so I started this one. Now all the RGB colors are done. Green is a more uncommon color but I thought it should be done as I have a couple green items myself. Anyway here it goes!
  3. Since there is a gray and now red why not blue!!
  4. Role Reversal – 7 By: Heather23 Edited by: DaddyRich Chapter 7 - I decide to leave Chris with someone to watch him I had been planning this weekend for a long time and acting out my fantasy was even better than I could have imagined. Chris was still dressed in his pink party dress and diapers. I would check him from time to time, but he wasn't wet yet. It hadn't been that long since I allowed him to pee in the toilet, but my guess was that the pressure had to be growing. I wanted to make sure the pressure continued so I made Chris drink several baby bottles of apple juice. The rule I established was to have Chris drink one baby bottle each ½ hour. I was sure that this would deliver the desired effect. It was funny to watch Chris try to suck out of the bottles. What I told Chris next came as a total surprise to him. I announced that I had to run some errands and would be gone a few hours. "Don't worry Christy, I won't leave you all alone." "He panicked." "OK Kim, this has gone far enough, if you think you are going to bring a babysitter in for me, you are mistaken." "I will not allow you to do this to me!" I responded, "Don't get your diapers in a bunch silly." "You need someone in case you need help." "You remember when you tried to open the door and couldn't even turn the door knob, don't you?" "What would happen if there was a fire and you needed to get out?" "I wasn't planning to do this, but I will let you in on my plan." "You will see that indeed a friend of mine is coming over, but she does not need to know you are even home if you stay quiet when I put you down for your nap." She is coming over because I told her that the furniture we ordered weeks ago was supposed to be delivered today and I needed her to sit in our home to meet the delivery." "If you really need her or draw attention to yourself, then I am sure that she will be there to 'help' you." "If you lie quietly in your bed and be a good little girl like you are told, then chances are she will not know that you are even in the house." "I will feel so much better knowing that you are safe."   Chris looked worried and further defeated. I secretly was doing cartwheels. All of the times Chris had put me in embarrassing situations and I could do nothing but take it. Now it was my turn to make Chris squirm and feel humiliated. It was fun. "Let's get you up stairs and ready for your nap." "I gave Chris a quick little shock to let him know that I meant business and wasn't going to tolerate any antics on his part. He waddled up the stairs. I felt more like a guy than I girl because I purposely followed Chris from behind so that I could look up his dress while he climbed the stairs. Pink was definitely a great color for Chris's plastic covered bottom. Chris started down the hall to our bedroom, but I said, "Christy you are headed for Mommy's room, that isn't where little Christy takes her naps." I took Chris's arm and directed him toward another room in our house. We had a nursery put in so that when my sister and her children would visit, she had a place to put her baby. Chris and I use my sister's kids as an excuse for maintaining a nursery and my sister appreciates it. What my sister does not know is that I frequently am put in the nursery during our baby games. Today was Chris's turn to "enjoy" the comforts of the nursery. Just a quick word about our nursery. It is complete with a crib, changing table, playpen, and decorated in little animal prints. It looks like something out of a magazine because all the furniture was custom made to Chris's specifications. Each item is slightly larger than the typical infant size and built stronger so that it can accommodate an adult...a baby adult. The crib for example, uses a junior sized mattress and has a reinforced bottom. What only Chris and I know is that it also has a lid that can be attached to cover the top of the crib and it is made to look just like the side bars on the crib. Basically, when the top is locked in place, it becomes a baby cage. The changing table is sturdy too. It has small metal eyelets in the corners that can be used to help snap an unwilling baby's limbs in place for her diaper change. I have spent many hours in this nursery, but always as the baby and never as the Mommy. Today it was Chris's turn to lay in the crib and look up at the ceiling until I chose to get him. Role reversal was a good thing. Since Chris still had a dry diaper, I was just going to remove his dress and tights for his nap and let him sleep in a pink, baby looking tee shirt. Of course his diapers, plastic panties, collar, and mittens would stay in place too. I added a few new items as well. I attached a little bell to Chris's collar, and another bell to each mitten. Finally, I tied a string of bells around each of Chris's ankles. He looked perplexed, but I didn't offer any reasons for the additions. I asked Chris to lay down so that I could put a diaper cover on over his plastic pants. Chris knew exactly what the diaper cover was all about because he used one on me in the past. The diaper cover I chose was pink to match the rest of Chris's ensemble and it was made of very sturdy vinyl. The cover served two primary purposes. First, it fit nicely over a diaper and plastic pants and it caused the wearer to have to keep his or her legs spread wide apart because it was extra wide between the wearer's legs. It forced the baby's legs apart and made the baby feel just a little more conscientious of her diapered state. Second, it could be adjusted and locked around the baby's waist. I especially liked this feature because I didn't want Chris trying to force his mittens down the front of his diaper or be able to remove his diaper in any way. I took great pleasure closing the two small locks on Chris's diaper cover. "There you go Christy, no way you will be playing with yourself now." When I had Chris dressed just like I wanted, I helped him get into the crib. It was somewhat awkward for Chris because his legs were being forced apart by the diaper cover. He gave one last hesitation, but I sent a sound to his collar and he knew that he must jump in the crib or be shocked. I placed Chris on his back and kissed him on his forehead. I reached down one last time to massage the front of his diapered area and he was still rock hard. This was a dead give-a-way that my little baby was enjoying this more than he let on. I told Chris, "Well little Christy, I see you are all ready for your nap." "Your babysitter will be here shortly should you want to call her for help." I didn't lock the top on the crib this time because I had another plan. My strong sense was that Chris was not going to wander the house as a baby with my friend in such close proximity. I did take one last precaution. If you read my account of my sorority initiation, then you will know what I did next. I locked a small chain around Chris's ankle and passed in through the bars of the crib. On the end of the little chain I attached a small alarm that women carry in their purses. The idea behind this device is that if a woman is attacked, she can simply pull out the ring on the alarm and piercing noises are generated to hopefully scare off the intruder. I secured the alarm to the dresser outside the crib so that Chris could not reach it. The only way to get to the alarm was to climb out of the crib. The problem was that the only way he could leave his crib was to pull the pin out of the device because the chain passed through the bars. I went through all this in detail so that Chris would understand his predicament and feel humiliated. "Christy, Mommy's advice is for you to stay in your crib while I am gone and take your nap like a good little girl." Don't get out of your crib or my friend Karen will hear the alarm go off and my guess is that she will come running up here to check out the noise." "You might want to be quiet too because each time you move around in your crib your bells could give you away." "Like I said earlier, Karen does not know you are in the nursery, unless of course you draw attention to yourself." "I will be right back and bring you a baby bottle for your nap time." I return quickly with Chris's bottle. "Is my little girl comfy and cozy in her warm bed?" Chris started to talk to me, but addressed me as "Kim" instead of Mommy or Master. I ignored him until he caught his mistake and addressed me properly. "Mommy, when are you going to return and what happens if I can't hold my pee any longer?" "Baby is really stupid, isn't she?" "I will return when I return and that is all you need to know." "Does a real baby know when her Mommy is going to return?" "Why should you know when you can expect me?" "And about having to pee?" "I guess that you should feel real fortunate that Mommy put you in a nice diaper for your nap." "I was thinking about putting you in big girl panties and having you sleep on the bedwetting mat." "But I learned last night that you are not ready for big girl panties...are you Christy?" "Besides, do you really want the bedwetting alarm to bring Karen in to assist you?" "Sometimes Mommy is confused by your silly questions." "Maybe you secretly want Karen to find you here in your diaper outfit and crib." Chris said, "No Mommy, no Mommy I do not want to be found like this!" "OK then, be thankful for your diaper and rest well." "You should sleep just fine after being up most of the night." "But Mommy, I can't sleep." I have to pee so badly, that I can't sleep." "Silly baby, you can control your comfort and put yourself out of your misery." "Christy, you really have more freedom than you know." "You are free to wet your diaper any time you want." "Your diaper is waiting for you and only you." "Mommy, baby is having a hard time peeing in my diaper." "I guess you will have plenty of time to figure that out." "If a baby can figure out how to wet her diaper, then this big baby should be able to figure it out too." "The next time I come into this nursery, I will be changing your first wet diaper." "Enjoy yourself." Karen came over and I am sure that Chris heard the doorbell ring. I wanted Chris to live in fear that his secret could be found out by Karen. I made a special point to invite Karen upstairs to see some remodeling we had done to our computer room. It was a lame excuse to get Karen upstairs, but I wanted Chris to hear us talking and walking around the upstairs hall. I was loving the fact that he was just behind the closed door of the nursery living in absolute fear of being discovered. I was wondering if he was wetting himself or still holding out. (What Chris did not know was that I had locked the door to the nursery so he wouldn't be discovered by Karen. That information I kept to myself!) I said goodbye to Karen and took off for my errands. To Be Continued…
  5. Role Reversal – 6 By: Heather23 Edited by: DaddyRich Chapter 6 - Saturday continues I took my shower and considered my next steps. I was so pleased that I had Chris right where I wanted him. I knew that I must dress the part of a domineering woman so I selected a black leather skirt to wear. Chris always loved how I looked in leather. It was called a corset skirt because of the distinct leather lacing that went up both sides of the skirt. It fit me tight and the leather made me feel sexy and powerful. I added a pair of black patent sky high pumps. I finished getting dressed and completed my look to appear as domineering as possible. Now I needed to attend to Chris. "I see that you stayed in your bed like a good little girl." "Did you make pee-pee in your diaper while Mommy was getting ready?" Chris shook his head no. "You will." This next stage in my plan was difficult, but only from the standpoint that I had to be careful and not provide any possible way for Chris to escape. I took his diaper and plastic panties off. I also cut his tee shirt off so that he was laying completely naked except for the bonds that held him to the bed and the gag that was still buckled around his neck. "Christy, if you are a good girl, Mommy is going to take you to the big girl potty and let you go pee-pee." "Would you like that?" Chris nodded yes. "I can't just release you yet from your bonds because I don't want you wandering off." I pulled out bondage mittens that we kept for our playtime, but Chris had never worn them. I was always the submissive recipient in the past. I knew how effective these mittens were if I could just get them on his hands. I also had a special dog collar that I bought for Chris to wear. It was the type that sends an electric shock to the dog’s neck if the animal fails to respond to a command. It was controlled by a small remote control device and supposedly a very effective training device. Some friends of ours had one just like it for their dog and said it was excellent for obedience training. My plan was to use it to keep Chris in line and help train him to listen to my commands. When I pulled out the mittens and collar Chris squirmed, but he knew he wasn't going anywhere. My aim was to be as dominate as possible so that Chris knew I was in control. I wanted him to know that he would have to listen to me or there would be consequences. It was easy snapping the collar around Chris's neck. It was a little more difficult getting the bondage mittens on Chris's hands, but I did them one at a time and never let his limbs become unsecured from the bed posts during the process. The bondage mittens were made of pink leather and were not flexible. I know that when I had to wear them in the past, it was virtually impossible to do anything for yourself. I locked them around Chris's wrists so there wasn't going to be any removing them until I was ready. Chris's ankles were still tethered to the bed posts so I felt safe removing his gag and releasing his arms from the bed posts. He sat there with his legs still secured to the bed, bondage mittens in place, and a shock collar around his neck. "You look adorable Christy, but you are far from being dressed for the day." Chris began to protest, "Kim let me out of these bonds right now!" "You had your little fun, let me out now!" It was time to see how effective the training collar was at controlling Chris. I purposely didn't respond immediately to Chris's outrage. I simply picked up the remote so that Chris could see exactly what I was doing. I pushed the button on the remote and delivered a moderate shock to Chris's neck. My intent was not to hurt him, but to let him know that I could. Chris jumped in response and let out a yelp. He grabbed at the collar and tried to remove it. I just watched in amazement because I knew that with the bondage mittens secured to his hands, he would not be able to undo the buckle to his shock collar. I laughed. "Christy, your hands are useless." "Trust me." "Only I can remove your collar and mittens so I would suggest you be nice to me." "By the way little Christy, the shock I delivered to you was just a moderate shock." "This little training device can go much, much higher and each time you misbehave, I plan to ratchet the dial up a notch." "It also has a nice feature that allows me to deliver a warning tone to your collar and not deliver a shock." "This feature is supposed to be used to train the animal and let him know that a shock is coming if he doesn't respond to the master's command." "The directions say that once an animal has been trained by the shock collar, the tone is usually enough to stop the animal dead in his tracks." "I hope that this device works on you too." "I want you to become fully trained so that you are truly my little dependent diaper slave." Chris tried to protest again, but I held up the remote control and gag and that was enough to keep him quiet. My plan was to put him in diapers, but I wanted to clean him up before I got him dressed. I also wanted to let him go to the potty because I thought it would be more fun feeding him bottles all day and watching his agony grow. After all, Chris may have felt a wet diaper this morning, but he still hadn't had the pleasure of wetting one on his own. His first diaper wetting needed to be special and I was going to make sure that it was memorable. "Christy, I am removing your bonds attached to your ankles and I want you to follow me to the bathroom." "Don't! I repeat! Don't step out of line or you will regret it!" I walked Chris into the bathroom and told him to sit on the toilet and do his morning business. He started to get up when he finished peeing, but I did not give him permission and sent a shock to remind him who was boss. It startled him and he gave a short yelp again. "Did I say you could stand?" "Be a good little slave." Chris asked nicely, "Kim may I get off the toilet now?" "That is better little Christy, but in the future call me master or Mommy, do you understand? "Yes, Mommy." "Good." I gave Chris a bath and he was ready to be dressed. I dried him off and started to lead him out to the room to get dressed. Then without warning he tried to bolt out of the room. He got as far as the bedroom door, but with his bondage mittens on he could not turn the door knob. I let him struggle for a minute and then delivered a hefty shock to warn him to stop. Chris immediately fell to his knees. I could tell that the pain really hit him this time. "Kim, I mean master, please don't shock me again, I will be good, I will be good." "Time will tell little Christy, but I can see that you are not to be trusted yet." With that, I told him it was time to dress him for the day. I had several different outfits that I purchased for Chris to wear this weekend and the tough thing was figuring out which one to put him in first. My criteria was it had to be humiliating to wear. That was the criteria he always used on me when he was in control. I thought that he might be most humiliated if I dressed him as a little girl, complete with diapers, of course. I pulled out a pink little girls dress that I ordered over the internet. It was very girly, very short, and it flared out around the bottom of the dress. I liked this particular dress because once I got Chris into it, his diapers would be peeking out from the bottom of the dress. This would add to the look I was trying to achieve. Chris cooperated during the entire time I dressed him. I made him lay on the floor on top of a diaper changing matt and put a very thick disposable diaper under his bottom. For safe measures, I also included a disposable diaper lining to increase the thickness of his diaper. This was best I thought because I didn't know how long I was going to keep Chris in his diaper and thought I better give him a lot of protection. Also, I wanted him to feel extra bulky between his legs so that he was always aware that he was in a diaper. I was loving this and Chris could not hide his excitement either. He was rock hard. "Boy, Christy is a natural diaper slave," I teased. I pulled the diaper up between his legs and secured it with the tapes. Next, I took white duck tape to finish the job. I wanted to make sure his diaper was on extra tight and would not be taken off until I took it off. I put the tape over the existing tabs and then wrapped a piece of tape around the waist of Chris's diaper. With the bondage mittens on Chris's hands, the diaper was not going to be removed by Chris. Next I shook out another pair of large, pink, plastic panties and worked them up his legs. Chris instinctively lifted his bottom so that I could finish pulling the plastic pants in place. Was he learning? I added to Chris's attire by putting him in white tights and black Mary Jane shoes. The dress was pulled over his head and I zipped up the back of the dress. I stepped back to look at my new little diaper girl. "Boy Christy, you look like you are going to a birthday party." "You look so pretty today." I asked Chris to take a swirl in front of me to enhance his humiliation. He didn't obey at first and I hit the remote to deliver the warning sound. That was enough for him to obey. He was showing progress, but I knew that he could not be trusted. In no way was I going to remove the collar or mittens. Chris took a little spin and the ruffles holding out his dress mixed with the visual image of his pink plastic pants was adorable. "You look so cute, Christy." "I would love to show you off, but for now I will settle for taking a few pictures." I snapped several pictures of Chris on our patio, holding stuffed animals, and in all different humiliating positions. I didn't tell Chris what I was going to do with the pictures because my goal was just to let Chris know that I had them in my possession. I wanted Chris to think I could make life miserable for him if I was pressed to do so My plan seemed to be working fabulously! To Be Continued…
  6. The author of the old topic deleted it. Let's open a new one. A theme for those who want to share their getting wet in gray clothes. While I am sending archive photos, I will try to make new ones soon.
  7. Maybe if I...no, I can't! T-they're all so scary! But I have to...but they'd eat m-me if I tried! A little creature continued mulling the same thoughts over and over as he looked over the empty expanse of the Lucille Plain. Actually, were it empty, he wouldn't be worrying himself so much, and his problem would be solved. The problem was the herds of fang rabbits that now inhabited these plains, pink hares as tall as he with a penchant for eating. He had heard they were herbivores, but he wasn't taking chances. They were certainly large animals, but they were still less than half the size of an average adult human. Their stature was only so intimidating to someone as small as a featherfolk. Featherfolk were a race of bird-like people, the size of children, named for the many feathers that covered their bodies and formed wings on the undersides of their arms, and known for their incredible timidness. They rarely left their hometown of Gugleion, but on rare occasions, they found a greater purpose and ventured out into the world. Of course, just because they saw beyond the walls of their village did not immediately cure them of their skittishness. Still, even among the nervous disposition of the featherfolk, few were as jittery as Mui. Covered in golden-white plumage, a permanent blush on his cheeks, his brown chestnut eyes almost invisible behind the paws used so often to cover his face, he was practically the living embodiment of the featherfolk stereotype. No one would suspect that he was one of Thorwad's heroes that had just saved the world from the centennial monsters, the Teras Pharma. Now that the Teras Pharma were eradicated, things had calmed down, but that didn't mean that the world was free from strife. The aftermath of the war had devastated a lot of natural life, so as an herbalist, Mui came here, to this barren field, so he could sow some seeds and grow the greenery needed for the medicine the world would need to heal. He came here ready to do good, pouch full of seeds, but quickly discovered that the fang rabbits had intruded in the absence of bigger monsters. That realization was hours ago, and Mui hadn't moved since then, working up the courage to either get the job done or to run away. I really need to get out of here soon... He couldn't take the plunge one way or another, but he knew he had a timer, one rooted in a heaviness situated around his tummy. I really need to go t-tinkle. He had spent so long debating what the smart next move would be, his bladder had ample time to begin filling with the fluids from earlier today. In an ideal world, he would have gotten to Lucille Plain, planted seeds all across the meadow, and gotten out of here before a need for a bathroom was ever a concern. But things hadn't gone according to plan, so here he was, desperation growing to worrisome levels. "Ah, Mui, you're already here. That makes things a lot easier." Mui was not expecting anybody else to show up, definitely not someone who knew him, so hearing his name was a shock. "Waaahhhhh!" With nothing nearby to hide behind, all he could do for shelter was throw himself into a corner against a rocky wall, crouching down and cowering with his head buried in his wings. More secretly, he leaked a little bit, nowhere near enough to be visible from the outside on thick canvas pants, but the shot of heat was incredibly evident to him. It was short, and he regained control quickly, but it was the nerve-wracking reminder that he really needed his pee break. Hiding, curled up in a ball, Mui knew he would never get the chance to relieve himself if he did nothing, so he forced himself to lower his hands and look up. And what he saw was not a predator, but a tall, slim human with long brown hair. And he was someone that Mui knew: the closest of Thorwad's compatriots, making him one of Mui's companions as well. "Oh, R-Rolf!" That was a huge weight off his chest, knowing this was someone he could trust. "D-did you c-come here to help me?" That was when he noticed that Rolf was holding something, hard to tell exactly, but it seemed to be a small brown clump with a green stalk poking up. "Oh, is that a sapling? What kind of plant is it for?" Curious, the featherfolk hopped up like a bird and began looking it over. "It would take too long to explain, and I haven't seen it myself, but Thorwad swears it'll work," Rolf assured. "Let's see how this works." Pulling the sapling away from the suddenly inquisitive Mui, Rolf knelt down nearby and began digging a hole in the soil with his hands, one deep enough to bury a sapling large enough that it could be cupped in two hands. So it took Rolf some time, but the hole wouldn't be large enough for it to be feasible for Mui to help with his big paws. He just had to watch, hope that simple observation was enough to take his mind off his desire to find the "little featherfolk's room". It wasn't. At least it wasn't long before Rolf had finished, covering the exposed top of the bulb with loose dirt. He wasn't a master gardener, but Mui considered the work satisfactory. Given the proper conditions, it would begin sprouting into a fine tree within a few years. It just needs proper sunlight and...watering... "But w-what is the tree supposed to d-do?" No sooner did he ask a reasonable question did the freshly-planted little sprout do something that trees absolutely did not do: it grew. Rapidly. The green shoot rocketed upwards, its girth expanding swiftly as several branches birthed and jumped outwards, the central spire turned brown, and a blanket of leaves formed at the ends of the outreaching arms, with glowing blue vines hanging down. All of this happened within seconds; in less than a quarter-minute, that tiny bud had become an adult tree, right before their eyes. Naturally, this wholly unusual phenomenon was horribly startling for poor Mui. "Kyaaah!" Shivering, he ran to his friend, hiding behind Rolf's comparatively large legs. His breathing had become shallow and rapid, and tears began to form in the corners of his eyes as he wrapped his wings around Rolf's knees for some security. And, yes, Mui did pee his pants a little bit more. "T-t-the t-tree is g-going to e-eat us!" Rolf was used to this kind of behavior, so he just laughed it off and continued admiring the tree. "So that's why you've placed your trust in those kids, Thorwad." Several moments passed with nothing sinister happening, and Mui started to wonder if he was scared for nothing. That's when the tree started glowing, more and more until it reached a blinding flash, something else that trees definitely don't do. "Gyaaahh!" The featherfolk once again buried his face into the back of Rolf's knees, shaking like he had just molted at the peak of Mt. Hioni, as if his friend's lower body was the only shield between him and death. Even when the light had vanished, he wouldn't dare pry himself away from what he perceived as safe. Because of this, the task of talking fell to Rolf. "Well, you surprised me. As soon as I planted the sapling, it grew quickly. It became such a splendid tree in no time at all." "Is it...because it's an Era Tree?" Wah! T-that was someone else talking! W-where did they come from?! "It interests me too, but... I think we should talk about medicinal herbs first." But Rolf trusts them, so m-maybe they're not ba- Wait, "medicinal herbs"? "Here, Mui." Ah, that's me! W-what do I do? I-I can't handle it! What if they're all planning to eat me? How am I supposed to r-run from them? If he were to flee, he needed some information about what he was facing, so against his better judgment, he poked his head out from behind Rolf's lower half to get a better look at the strange tree. And there was indeed someone standing there. In fact, there were four people that Mui had never seen before, who had all seemingly come out of nowhere. He could tell one was an Ionian soldier, but the two women were completely unknown. And the man at the head of the group... "T-Thorwad?" One of the women, a magician by the look of the staff she carried, clad in black and red robes, was the first to notice Mui's diminutive frame. "Wow, a featherfolk! I've never seen a real one before!" That comment brought everyone's eyes onto little Mui, making him shrink away nervously. That little act, that tiny startled squeal and shuffle back as he averted his gaze down, completely captured the eye of the other woman, the one with dirty blonde hair curled up at her shoulders and an ankle-length white dress with maroon skirt. Every single bit of her attention was focused squarely on Mui with an unblinking gaze that pierced through to his soul, and being the center of attention like that made the poor featherfolk nervous, retreating halfway behind Rolf's legs with a muffled squeak. That was the clincher. "Awwww, he's so cuuuuuute!" She was just shy of having hearts in her eyes; in every other way, she was as enamored as one could be, like her life had been empty before meeting a featherfolk. A wide, open smile lifted her expression to the sky, her hands were clasped over the sizable breasts that covered her melting heart, and blood rushed to her cheeks, fueled by a sugar rush from the undiluted sweetness she was looking at. Mui had no experience in how to cope with this kind of affection, so he did what he always did: panic. "Oh, uh, ah... I-I-I thought... Excuse me please!" With the most forceful shout his shaky voice could muster, he turned to run. He had only made one bound before Rolf, who had clearly anticipated this reaction, grabbed his upper wing to keep him still. "No, Mui, don't be afraid." Once Rolf was sure the featherfolk wasn't going anywhere when he felt his struggle go limp, he went back to addressing the other group. "Sorry about that. As you can see, he's very shy. Or rather, afraid." Though she kept her distance, the infatuated girl squatted down to better meet a featherfolk's eye level. "Aw, it's okay, Mui. We're not going to hurt you." He had little reason to believe that. "W-who are y-you?" The Thorwad lookalike seemed hesitant as to how he should answer that. "Well...it's sort of a long story..." --------------- It was hard for Mui to follow, with all the new concepts being thrown his way, but he got the following: they were all from 100 years in the future, when the Teras Pharma had returned. They had returned thanks to the machinations of a group called the Vermilion Axe, who wanted to use their might to overthrow the Holy Empire of Ionia. The Vermilion Axe had destroyed the town of Schradt and wounded many of its citizens, so the bountiful medicinal herbs of the Lucille Plain called to them. It sounded to Mui like a trick, but when he looked up at Rolf, he received a nod of approval. As much as his gut objected, Rolf and Thorwad trusted them, so he shouldn't have a reason to worry. He also learned who all the people who had come from the future were. The leader, Yusuke, was one of Thorwad's ancestors, trained in the same Blue Flash sword style as the hero Mui knew, which explained the resemblance. The Ionian soldier was Ducas, the mage was Myra, and the woman fawning over the featherfolk was Ilia Barcai, as she was all-too-eager to tell him. Ducas blurted out something about her uncle being the head of the Vermilion Axe, and got smacked in the back of the head by Myra for the insensitive comment. Everything seemed to be settled. All except for one thing, as Ducas soon brought up. "So, what's going on with the herbs?" "Oh, y-yes, t-that's... I-I came here to plant some herb seeds, but..." Looking down at his feet, Mui started scraping the dirt with his tiny talons as he began muttering. "I-I'm sorry, b-but-" "The fang rabbits that ravaged the plains are still lurking around here, right?" Rolf really knew Mui, like he was inside the featherfolk's head. "That's why he hasn't sown any seeds yet." "Y-yes..." He began hiding his face behind his wings. "I-I-I'm so sorry..." "No, you did nothing wrong, Mui," Ilia exclaimed, quick to jump to his defense. "That's why we're all here, to help you!" "That's right," Myra added. "It's important to us that the herbs are healthy as well." Yusuke nodded. "Besides, Thorwad has helped us in some amazing ways, and I'd like to pay him back. So any friend of his is a friend of ours." Though he was hesitant, Mui started to poke his head out of hiding. "Um, t-thank you..." Rolf began chuckling. "Sounds like you'll be in good hands with them, Mui. I think I can trust you alone." And with little more than a wave goodbye, he was on his way out. "Huh? W-w-wait!" Just because he could trust them didn't mean he was ready to be alone with them, people he didn't know. Even just having Rolf would ease his concern significantly, but it didn't seem like that would happen. And he knew exactly why it would prove to be a problem. From when Rolf had appeared to now, though a lot had happened to distract him, the little featherfolk had never neglected the uncomfortable tingling in his bladder. He couldn't, it was just too omnipresent and worrying to possibly push to the back of his mind, knowing that it would have to be addressed sooner or later. The problem was, he now had no idea how he would handle this predicament. He knew Rolf, they had adventured together and stopped a terrible calamity. If Mui was truly bursting, he might just barely be able to ask Rolf to wait while he took care of business. But with strangers? No, there was zero chance he'd work up that kind of courage around anyone he didn't already know. He really didn't want to remember how much he had tortured his poor bladder as a part of Thorwad's heroes. It wasn't that he was doubting the abilities of these people from the future. But even the Holy Emperor himself would have a hard time clearing a large field of fang rabbits in the time Mui had left before...the undesirable outcome. It would simply be too long before the featherfolk would have a moment to himself again. Oh, I wasted my chance! I should have d-done it before Rolf showed up! Just the thought of the pain that lay ahead for him seemed to make it worse, and his knees bent inwards as he trembled. Of course, shivering in nervousness was nothing new for him, which was probably why nobody seemed to notice. Nobody except for Ilia, of course, who just couldn't take her eyes off the featherfolk. While on his travels, Mui had heard the phrase "undressing someone with your eyes"; he couldn't help but wonder if that would describe what he was on the receiving end of. One way or another, he got an answer when Ilia snapped. "Oh, I can't take it anymore!" Faster than lightning, Ilia dived for Mui, wrapping her arms around his tiny body, squeezing him like a snake, lifting him off the ground with his paws dangling as she stood up and rocked him to and fro. It wasn't all bad, she kept him comfortable with his face in her two ample cushions, though he didn't care about that. "You're just too precious, Mui!" "Alright, Ilia, you're being overbearing," Myra warned, though it didn't sound like she was all that invested. "You've barely met the poor thing, I'm sure he wants his space." Ducas nodded. "I'm sure it's overwhelming. Guys aren't used to beautiful women throwing themselves at them." "Yeah, you've definitely never experienced that." "Okay, that's enough, Myra," Yusuke interrupted, putting a stop to the argument in the making. "Er, Ilia, you really should let go of him now." "Oh, sorry!" As she loosened her embrace, Mui took the first chance he could get to pull his face out of her bust, gasping for air as he felt freedom against his twitchy little button nose. Just looking at that, it took every ounce of willpower for Ilia to not suffocate him in another constricting hug. "It's just...he's so precious, I can't help myself!" Though she would have been content to hold him forever, she did put the featherfolk down. Notably, he took a step back as soon as his feet touched the ground, shrinking into a smaller silhouette. She should have been saddened by the subtle rejection, but honestly, the shyness just captured Ilia's heart even further. However, on the other end of the infatuation, Mui felt worry well up in his chest. I knew it... I'm never g-going to get any alone time so long as s-she's around! I mean, I couldn't ever ask anyway, but...j-just in case I did... Again, his bladder seemed to get even fuller at the mere thought of trouble, making it incredibly difficult to hide his needs. The normal actions of his nervous disposition could only hide so much. Oh, I really really don't wanna w-wet myself... --------------- "All right! That's how we clean up around here!" They had barely gotten started on their quest, and already, Ducas was boasting. One fang rabbit slain at his spear, and he was acting like the strongest soldier around. Nobody had the time to berate him for his cockiness, because there was still the rest of this pack of savage hares to deal with. Yusuke was putting his Blue Flash style swordsmanship to the test as the nimble targets charged him, while Myra covered his back with fire magic. They all had at least some experience fighting, but even with some time to grow accustomed to battling the Teras Pharma, opponents like this were still an unusual challenge. Meanwhile, in the back, Ilia could only watch. She was an herbalist, a healer, she was not much of an asset when it came to a straight battle, her best tactic was just to hang back and watch as her friends got attacked by all manner of beasts. She wouldn't show it, but she hated that weakness, her inability to make a difference for those close to her. She could only stand by in support as everyone she loved fought their own battles, becoming nothing more than a bystander. So she channeled that frustration into her art: if she couldn't act, she could help the people she believed in. Even as she suffered under the knowledge that her uncle, the man who has basically raised her after the fire in Martylion claimed her parents, wanted to destroy the world she knew, she followed Yusuke with all her heart as they struck out to change the world. And now that they had traveled a century to the past, maybe she could change things. And if she was going to change the future, she first needed to improve herself. Thankfully, she had an easy jump to that end. Though she didn't understand exactly what he meant, Yusuke had said that, through simply a desire to learn, he had picked up sword skills from Thorwad the first time he traveled to the past. So, if Mui were to show me something special of his, I should be able to do it too. But does it have to be an herbalist technique? Does he have to want to teach me? Well, before any of that, he needs to talk to me. Ever since their first interaction, Mui had kept his distance from Ilia, never keeping more than a second of eye contact with her. Maybe I was being a bit too overbearing with him...but he's just too irresistible! Still, as cute as he was, he clearly felt alienated and uncomfortable. Which did make him cuter, yes, but it would make being his student more challenging. So I just have to bridge the gap between us, somehow. "Actually, Mui, I'm an herbalist too." That got his attention, even if it wasn't undivided. "U-um, t-that's what I t-thought. Y-your bag g-gave it away." True, the two both wore brown leather pouches around the fronts of their waists, used to easily store and access all their supplies. "Yes, and all of us grew up hearing the legends of how Thorwad and his team of heroes saved the world from the Teras Pharma. I know how much you must have helped them, kept them going." A blush bloomed on the featherfolk's little cheeks. Though, Ilia realized, he always looked like that. "N-n-no, I-I didn't do that much! Y-you don't have t-to think anything of m-me!" He squeezed his eyes shut and threw his arms out as a makeshift barrier between the two. "Phew, those guys were a real hassle, but we got ‘em!" Reveling in his success, Ducas strutted back from the scene of the battle, scuffed up and beaten, but victorious. Honestly, Ilia hardly noticed however Ducas was doing. "Oh, Yusuke, you're hurt!" She rushed to his side, looking over his injuries. Clearly, the fang rabbits had gotten a few good hits in on him, because his clothes were ripped and blood seeped from a few flesh wounds. "It's not that bad, Ilia, really." Him, Myra, and Ilia had all been childhood friends back in Therbe Village, so he knew that Ilia was the overbearing type. He knew that reassurances and downplaying would do nothing, and was therefore expecting her to reach right for her bag and start mixing herbs to treat his injuries, which she did. The skill was unmistakable, as her hands worked deftly and nimbly with all manner of leaves and petals that nobody else could keep straight. Nobody except Mui, that is. He could instantly identify every ingredient that went into her mixture, knew the purpose of each, and could therefore piece together the potion she was concocting. Though, granted, it was a very basic recipe. Still, something about it seemed off. "How much s-solution are you using with that?" "Hm?" She paused in the middle of her measuring, with an unopened bottle of clear viscous liquid in her right hand. "About 100 milliliters. Is there something wrong?" Upon being questioned back, Mui yelped and jumped back, hiding his face behind his wings again. "N-n-no, it's nothing! J-j-just ignore m-me!" Eventually, though, he did shift his arms around, until one of his eyes could peek through a gap. "I-it's just...you should be using m-more than that." "What? But using more solution would dilute it too much to be very effective." Again, Mui recoiled. "N-n-no, y-you're right! B-but, if you add another three grams of medicinal flower and two g-grams of dragon grass leaf in addition to 350 milliliters of s-solution-" "-it would create a larger mixture of potion while still maintaining a proper ratio of ingredients, keeping the extra thinning of higher quantities of solution in mind!" She had never heard this theory before, but just as it was being explained to her, it was like she had known it all along, suddenly appearing in her mind. Without any further instruction, she began making the potion Mui had described, like she was a master that had made this concoction hundreds of times. And, within a matter of seconds, the potion was complete. "Wow... With this much, I could treat all of you at once!" She didn't wait for permission before pouring some of the mixture into her open palm and spreading it over Yusuke's wounds, in a very "hands-on" way. "Yusuke, is this how you learned from Thorwad?" "Yes. It's a strange sensation, isn't it?" "No, I quite enjoy it! Mui's legacy and technique can live on through me!" Now finished with doctoring Yusuke, Ilia looked back at the featherfolk and smiled. "Thank you very much, Mui!" A second passed, but eventually, the compliment softened Mui's guard. He slowly relaxed his stance and lowered his wings, exposing his face in its entirety. Though his eyes continued to dart around nervously, he looked a bit more comfortable, even if he was certainly still fidgeting and skittish. It was a small step, but the mere fact that the step was made warmed Ilia's heart. You'll get there, Mui. With Yusuke taken care of, and plenty of potion to spare, she moved to treat Myra next, slowly pouring more of the medicine into her hand so as not to spill it over her cupped palm and curled fingers. It was the sight of that trickling liquid so close to her eyes, coupled with the cold fluid against her bare skin, that reminded her of something. Mmph... That's right... It had been quite some time since Ilia had used the restroom, she recalled. She couldn't be blamed for letting that natural need slip her mind; a lot had happened to her recently. Her uncle was the man leading the Vermillion Axe and summoning the Teras Pharma, the town she had called home for so much of her life was brought to ruin as a result, many of the people she had known were injured in the attack, and the grief at not having the means to help them was the reason they had traveled a century into the past, a concept that seemed impossible before she experienced it herself. Wow, when I put it all in order, it really has been a long time. Far too long... Thanks to her ankle-length dress, she had the freedom to covertly cross her legs as she treated Myra, squeezing her thighs high up to keep her girlhood clenched shut. It did take the sharpest of the edge off, but not much more than that. She still felt that telltale strain thanks to the taut, hard bump on her stomach, the kind of discomfort she would normally be scurrying to "dispose of". Ilia had done a lot of traveling throughout her life, particularly the road between her home in Schradt and her training and friends in Therbe. She never made the trek alone, and no amount of "just in case" before departing or careful rationing of water on the walk could keep her empty the entire hike. As a result, she had naturally grown to be more accepting of not only the eventual need to urinate outdoors, but how to let her companions know she was doing so. She just used indirect language. As an herbalist always gathering materials, it was totally possible she really was wandering off to pick flowers. Surely they've never figured it out. But things weren't so simple this time, for several reasons. There was always the concern of monsters attacking while she was alone, but that was prior to the Teras Pharma appearing; it was worth being cautious about back then, but not a likely occurrence. Even without Teras Pharma here, she knew there were plenty more fang rabbits, it was dangerous to separate from the group. Especially with how far she'd have to go if she wanted her pee to be private, because there really wasn't much cover in an open plain. She'd need to stroll halfway across the field to hide, and if her only excuse was "I saw some herbs I want to collect", it would stretch credibility that she could see them from such a distance. It wasn't that hard for Ilia to convince herself to just hold off for the time being. She recognized it was a necessity, gotten good at doing it cleanly, but she couldn't say she was a fan of squatting. With her dress, it was just tedious to get all that out of the way, with a constant worry that it would slip at some point, right into harm's way. It would be nice if I could learn to pee standing. Why does that have to strictly be a guy thing? It would at least prevent her dropping her rear in a bed of poisonous plants again. So, if she didn't want to do her business around here, she really just had to wait. Once Lucille Plain was cleared of danger, its soil sown with seeds, they would return to their present time, and she'd figure out something then, when she was in more familiar territory. Though, judging by the severity of the sensation below her stomach, she wouldn't be making it anywhere civilized in her time. Just the feeling of being in the world she knew was a promising proposition, one where she knew what would be dangerous to wipe with. Mui just needed to get his seeds in the ground, and she could return to that world. Speaking of which, Mui hadn't moved at all. The fang rabbits in this area had been disposed of, everyone was fixed up from the battle, yet he remained still. Ilia's bladder panged at the sight, the thought that her release had been delayed as a result. "Um, Mui, sweetie? You can start planting your seeds." Nobody had moved any time recently, yet somehow, it seemed the featherfolk had forgotten they were all there. What else could explain how suddenly he jolted, crying as his scrawny wings fluttered in a futile attempt to pull his child-sized body to escape. It was only when he crashed back down and saw everybody looking funny at him that he came to his senses. "A-ah! R-right! I-I-I'm so s-sorry!" Hopping over to a nearby patch of fresh dirt, the featherfolk reached into his bag to grab his seeds. Something that seemed to take him a while. He should have everything organized in there, what's happening? Eventually, he did pull out a pawful of small pebbles and, bending his reverse-facing knees, he crouched close enough to the ground to reach out and began scratching some trenches into the earth with his seldom-used claws. "A...a...a...AAAAWWWWWWWW!!!" With his little back hunched just so, working in the dirt, he looked like a little kid making sandcastles on the beach. Somehow, he had done it, and exceeded his cuteness limit in Ilia's eyes. Her body was soon overflowing with an urge to run up and squeeze him tight, thereby interrupting his sowing. It was only that thought that kept her from acting; the thought that Mui possibly wouldn't enjoy it never crossed her mind. Actually, something else did make her think twice about it: the glee caused her concentration to slip, and that had a very evident negative consequence. "Ah!" With her focus all in another place, her heavy bladder jumped at the chance to expel some of its mass and ease its burden. While it was a quick run, Ilia caught wise almost as soon as it began, and it was thanks to this swift response that she only had a small squirt of scorching urine squeeze out and soak into her underwear. Which, of course, came paired with the searing pain induced by pee stuck in her urethra, unable to go back and unable to leak out. But that didn't mean it wasn't going to try. In fact, it probably would have succeeded, were it not for Ilia's quick thinking. Faster than anything the Blue Flash sword style could muster, her hands flew straight to her crotch to hold on and clutch her hole shut. Of course, with her large bag acting as a wall against her swimsuit area, above a leather half-apron to protect her legs from the pack's shifting friction, the easiest way to accomplish this task was to throw her hands into the bag and grab herself through it. Naturally, her iron grip was dramatically dampened by its force needing to retain through thick canvas, the skirt of her dress, and her panties just to top it off. It meant only about half her strength actually reached her crotch, but with her thighs cradling her wrists and pushing them further in, it was enough. "Ahh..." "Uh, Ilia... What are you doing?" Problem was, she wasn't alone. Even if they couldn't see her hands, they saw her shove them down there and tense up, something that was sure to raise a few questions. Hence, why Myra was probing her, and why Yusuke and Ducas were looking at her funny. Yet again, Ilia had to act quickly. Not just for fear of being found out, but her friends staring at her while her twitching hands were the only thing keeping her dress dry was...embarrassing. "Oh, I'm just...organizing! Yeah, there's so many different herbs in here, it's important to always keep them in individual pockets!" Technically, it wasn't a lie, it just wasn't what she was doing at the moment. Still, she could make them believe it, with a couple flicks of the wrist and an unfocused stare into the dark contents of her pouch. It did mean she couldn't properly hold herself anymore, but it did seem to gradually convince everyone that nothing was amiss with Ilia. And once they had turned their attention to other matters, she could go right back to it. "O-okay, t-the seeds are p-planted," Mui quietly stammered, slowly pushing himself up. "C-c-can we m-move on n-now? I-I m-mean, only i-if you're all o-okay with it!" "Of course, if that's what you want, we'll hurry!" Not that she wouldn't have agreed with Mui regardless, he was too cute to ever argue with, but she did have an ulterior motive to support his request. The sooner we finish here, the sooner we return to our own time, and I can do my business then. The group got moving to the next herd of fang rabbits, and despite the uncomfortable heat and pressure welling up in her abdomen, a rising confidence reached her head instead. Yes, I'll make it. --------------- No, I won't make it! The majority of the vicious fang rabbits had been slain, and many of their nesting grounds now hosted many herb seeds, Mui should have been relieved that this scary ordeal was nearly over. But how could he be, when he so badly needed relief of a different kind? Until his poor little bladder, now stretched far past any normal size, was given the chance to drain its fluids, he would never feel relaxed. Mui had been holding his pee this entire time, and it had only gotten worse the longer he put it off. He had no choice but to put it off indefinitely; with everybody around, there was no chance his shyness would allow any release. Thankfully, he didn't need to exert himself with anything more taxing than squatting close to the ground and tilling, but even that limited movement was testing his patience. Every time he tried to do something more demanding than standing still and thinking dry thoughts, he would be swiftly struck with a punishing blast of fiery pain from the large bulge on his tummy, and each time, he thought that would be the end, only held back by some discrete holding from his shaking paws. By this point, the desperation had been going on for so long, Mui had forgotten what it felt like to not have to pee. But even so, he wanted to reclaim that sensation, or lack of sensation, so badly, it consumed his every thought. Every time he closed his eyes to blink, he could so clearly visualize him yanking his little guy out and spraying the ground in front of him. It was a short flash, yet every time, he inched closer to making it happen. Just without the first step. Put simply, he was extremely grateful that his large medicine pack covered most of his pants from the front. If not, the collective results of his many dribbles would be plainly obvious for all to see. Even still, he kept up the hard work. Whenever asked, he would obediently plant the herb seeds, as hesitant as he was to get low to the ground. Any sort of bending forward did put an unnecessary squeeze on his ballooned bladder, where each time felt like the last before it would pop. It wasn't unreasonable to think so; with the damp drip on the tip of his member at all times, though not always the same one, it really felt like a falling feather could spell the difference between wet and flooded pants. Mmph...nngh...ah... Deserts, deserts, clear skies, no rain, no water... We're almost done... You can do this, Mui, it's just a little more... Just these seeds, and they'll leave... Every second, his brain was running wild with self-assurance that he was strong enough to last, though even he doubted his own words. He knew, better than anyone, how frail he was for a legendary hero. He couldn't hold as long as others could, and given that his tummy already felt like exploding out in a wet inferno, he could consider himself on a tight timer. Wah! A tight timer, an hourglass that had just dropped its last sand. Once more, a quick spurt passed through his urethra, something he had sadly gotten pretty used to. It's not like it would dampen his pants even further. But this time, something was terrifyingly new: the drops from his tip afterwards. While it wasn't unusual for some bits of pee to not come out as strongly and drip out afterwards, it was only a few before. This time, the drops kept coming in regular intervals, sliding from the end of his flaccid shaft, down his leg. No, it's...it's too late! I can't hold it! He froze, at possibly the worst time, with a pawful of seeds still in his grasp. A few of them did inadvertently shower onto the ground as he began trembling, but for the most part, he was totally still. No matter how much his mind screamed for him to act, get up and do something to not wet himself, his body just wouldn't respond. Aside from loosening the shoestring hold he had over his bladder, of course. Sweat dripped from his face and fell to the ground as he watched, seeing the tiny sphere of liquid splash in the soil, probably the worst sight he could be subjected to right now. But he had witnessed it, meaning only two options laid before him: either wet himself, or... "I-I-I-I'll be r-r-right b-back!" With adrenaline as the wind beneath his wings, Mui jumped up and took off, running so fast his legs burned, before anybody could process what he could be doing. After all, he was just about done with the last pinch of seeds they needed planted, and he just went running off out of nowhere. Of course Ilia was concerned, but everyone else worried as well, looking between each other in case someone had an explanation. If they were able to see the featherfolk once he had escaped, his motive would have been obvious. Now that he was far enough away from everyone else to be out of focus, facing away from the rest, he had the freedom to hold himself. Something he did without delay, slamming his large paws against his crotch. He was in such a hurry to do so, he didn't even put them inside his bag, instead opting to crush the pack's contents by pressing against the front with all his strength. Which, truthfully, wasn't much to write home about. Between the full thickness of the bag, its contents, and the leather waist-apron beneath, not too much of the pressure made it through. It wouldn't work as a dam for very long, he had very little time to figure this out. That time would have to be shared, with not just how he should pee, but where he could pee, which was looking to be the harder obstacle to overcome. The plains were so flat and open, with almost nothing to see besides the expanse of short grass. He couldn't just turn away from everybody and use his bottle of solution, even if he dumped the remaining liquid out first, or the residual ammonia from his urine could wreak havoc on future medicines. There was the Era Tree everyone came through, but it was way on the other side of the field; even if he made it over there, he'd wet himself before getting his pants down. Not to mention the other concerns that came with that idea. If I did it on an Era T-Tree, would my p-pee go to the future? Oh, I'd die of embarrassment if anybody saw that! A-anything else, please! He said "anything else", but when he only had one realistic location, he hesitated. The Lucille Plain was made up of two levels, bridged by a ramp that extended outwards, down into the lower level. On this ground floor, he could go in the corner between the opposite end of the ramp and wall, and be hidden from the rest of his party. But the ramp that would shield him from prying eyes wasn't especially tall, being only slightly taller than himself. So, should someone get closer, especially from above, they would see plenty. And it was also just a corner, meaning he had no protection from the other two sides. Mui wasn't sure he could even let go when someone might see; whenever he used the little boy's room, he waited until he had the place to himself if he could. And if he couldn't, it took a little work to get started and he still felt awkward about the whole thing. The important thing he needed to keep in mind was that privacy was his goal when he had a choice in the matter. Currently, he did not. He needed to compromise on what he was comfortable with, or he'd have to go back home with drenched pants, a bit of a long flight. "I-it's good enough!" Holding his crotch like he wanted to crush stones with that grip, he bolted for the corner, leaving a trail of pee dribbles with each step as it trickled down his leg. While it could have been done faster, he would have much preferred it be done faster, Mui did at long last reach the corner he had his eye on. In fact, he was so fast, he very nearly collided with the rock wall as he slid to a stop, mere inches away. Yet, even now, he could hardly be described as "still", given his continued reliance on stepping in place in addition to crotch-grabbing. He wiggled his hips, shaking larger pools of urine free from his pants in tiny showers, all frequently punctuated with small squeaks and moans. He was here, the featherfolk knew time was of the essence, he needed to get going here. Of course, even though he was a boy, it wasn't as simple as just whipping it out. He first needed to take care of his herb pouch, the one currently being jammed into his groin area. Ordinarily, he would undo the belt buckle behind his back and take the pack off, a bit of a delicate task in the best of circumstances thanks to his meaty paws. And with those paws trembling, slipping the clasp out of its hole to undo the lock would take way too long, if he even could. The simpler solution was to just spin the bag and its belt around his waist until it was no longer in the way. It was simpler by virtue of comparison, it still wasn't effortless. He wore the belt fairly tightly, to prevent the weighty pouch attached from falling to his ankles, or worse, taking his pants with them. And yes, he was very much feeling the tightness of his belt at the moment. Bottom line, it would take some force to rotate the bag, something he wouldn't be able to manage while it competed with the friction from pressing against his body. I have to take my p-paws out of there... Just...t-take them out, and...hold it for a t-tiny bit... His body had gotten too used to the little bit of reprieve holding his boyhood provided, the mere prospect of taking that away was just something he really couldn't endure. No, I just know it! I'll p-pee myself if I take them out! But, I'll h-have an accident for sure if I can't get my pants off r-really soon... Fine, I'll do it! With a surge of resolve, backed by a surge of urine down and out of his peehole, Mui did what he had to do and pulled his paws out. Naturally, the loss of the necessary measure meant immediate squirting from his twitching member, but he was now on too much of a mission to notice. He grabbed the sides of his bag without delay, pushing to the left, tensing his strained body until the entire leather loop began to rotate around his waist. It did twist his pant legs in conjunction, but his own shivering legs kept them from significantly shifting. Before long, the pack was at his side, and the front of his pants were totally exposed. The whole thing was accompanied with many squeals and grunts, as was to be expected. "Ah oh ah mmgh..." Being in the light, Mui was now able to truly assess the damage to his pants. Even with the leather apron around him as well, there was a slit in the front specifically for tinkling, allowing him full view at his partial accident. Though his trousers were dark green, the wet patch was still plenty visible. Not just because of the color difference, or the reflective shine, but the sheer size made it impossible to miss. It wasn't just a little spot on his crotch, it spread nearly the full width of his hips and went down to his knees. If he saw anyone else with pants as wet as his, he would unquestioningly assume they had had totally flooded themselves. Yet here he was, still with enough pee inside him to bring him to bursting. He wasn't thinking about any of that. With the front of his pants freed, his only thought was baring more, as he threw his paws around the front waistband and shoved down. He held back a little; given that he only needed to pee, there was no reason to totally drop trou to his ankles. No, he just needed to get it low enough to free his private parts, tucked under his balls hanging in the open, sitting below his limp penis. Despite being a different species, one covered in feathers, male featherfolk junk looked nearly indistinguishable from the human equivalent, just as smooth with its bare skin, though it shared color with Mui's white-gold body. And the smaller frame of featherfolk was shared down below. At least everything aside from the tip remained dry, thanks to loose pants not having to press their soaked fabric up against the little guy. The time had come, at long last. He placed a paw on his shaft, positively dwarfing the small member with his giant mitt; if he angled the paw correctly, he could completely conceal the proof he was a boy from that side. It wouldn't do Mui specifically much good, he would be too nervous to go with anyone so close, whether they could see anything or not, but it gave him some small modicum of comfort. So, bending his paw inwards, gripping his penis in the curve of the pad in the center of his palm, he was aimed and steady. Mui was good to go. So he did. Honestly, even if things weren't so clean and open, he probably would have begun his business now. His bladder could only wait so long, after all; he was just fortunate that he had held out barely long enough. Now a powerful spray of mostly clear, off-yellow liquid gushed out, actually not far off from his own body's color, with a roaring hiss as the geyser shot past the folds of his foreskin, many droplets splitting off and careening on solo flights to the ground. Most stayed in the central hose, only breaking up as it collided with the craggy corner he was marking as his territory, cascading between the cracks like a waterfall, building into a puddle in the grass. "Haaaahhhh..." Despite the sizable quantity of water weight being expelled, Mui felt heavy. A tingly sensation rushed through his body, leaving waves of goosebumps at the stems of his feathers, as it felt like all the blood rushed to his head. His vision began to blur slightly, dizziness filled his eyes, and he began to droop forward. It wasn't far before he hit his head on the jagged wall, and it was almost immediately afterwards that he reeled back. "Ow!" He only just resisted stepping back instinctually, which was for the best when considering how much of a mess that could have made. Though maybe he should have retreated somewhat, given what he saw as his gaze drifted downwards. The gushing pee was still raging just as forceful, and with such a fast, thick, solid stream hitting an uneven rock wall in such close proximity, the impact created a wide splatter of backsplash, a warm mist all over his pants and apron. And that wasn't all the piddle coming back to him; as the falls continued and created a cloudy golden pond between the blades of grass, it expanded larger and larger until it surrounded and warmed his bare feet. "U-ugh...gross..." Yet he had little choice but to bear with it until he was done. Honestly, it wasn't as bad as it could have been. Early on, when he had first left Gugleion for the greater world, the concept of taking a tinkle in a more exposed way was a tough hurdle for him to overcome, but he did eventually become more accustomed to the act of public urination when he needed to. So long as he had complete privacy as he did it, he could enjoy the moment, with the euphoric pleasure as the steaming hot pee was released from his hours-long agonizing ordeal. "Phew...aahhh..." Finally, he released a sigh, breath he had been holding in for a while as well, and relaxed as his little splishes echoed in his ears. ...FFFSshhhhhhhh... Mui's heart nearly stopped, and that breath he had exhaled a moment ago immediately became stuck in his chest again. T-t-that isn't m-me! T-t-there's s-someone else h-here! He froze up, and couldn't move a muscle, limbs shaking and pupils quivering. W-w-who i-is it?! W-w-w-what w-will they d-d-do t-to m-m-me?! I-it's a s-snake, a g-g-giant hissing s-snake that's g-gonna eat m-me! I-I know it! He knew he needed to look, see what intruded on his bubble, but it was so hard to work up the courage to look that danger in the eye. It was a stiff turn of the head, but he did it eventually, sweat dripping off his cheeks. If he wasn't careful, he'd get dehydrated, with all the bodily fluids he was losing. As he was just barely able to catch a glimpse behind him from the corner of his eye, he realized something: they weren't exactly intruding, per se. In fact, she was still and keeping her distance, the "she" being Ilia, who had somehow snuck behind the paranoid featherfolk. She was sticking a comfortable gap from him, and not in any position to suddenly jump in. She couldn't, squatting with her legs in front of her and butt so close to the ground, with her bag and apron sitting in a pile to her left, her ankle-length dress pulled way up to her waist, and something small and pink stretched between her spread knees that Mui didn't recognize. Maybe those were that "underwear" thing he had heard humans wore. He wasn't thinking about any of that, because he saw way more than just some undergarments. The source of the noise that alerted Mui in the first place, the reason Ilia was squatting out here, was because she was doing the same thing he was: peeing. She was baring it all to allow a messy gold-tinted stream to gush from her privates, rapidly creating a puddle where it landed. And while it was hidden in some shadows, at a significant height difference, obscured by distance and the fountain it had become... Yes, Mui could see some of her gentials. "W-wah!" It didn't take the featherfolk long to process what his eyes were witnessing, something he moved to rectify as soon as muscle reaction time caught up with his brain. Quick as a hawk, he went straight back to looking to his front, the exact opposite direction of Ilia, and doing it so fast his head might have spun back around if it weren't attached. I-I-I can't l-look, s-she needs p-p-privacy... B-but what's she d-doing here?! S-s-she's a g-girl, and b-boys and g-g-girls are supposed to u-use the bathroom s-separately! Ah, I-I can't let her s-s-see it! He clamped both paws around his penis, until not even he could see the shaft, only letting the tip breathe so it could continue painting the wall a nice yellow. In fact, that needed to stop. It was inappropriate for him to do his business with someone else around, especially a girl, he had to cut it off now. "I-I'm s-sorry, I'll l-leave!" I-I need to g-get out, quick! Hhngh! He closed his eyes and tensed, with the intent of screwing the cap back on his spilling bottle, at least until Ilia had finished up and gone away. The issue he soon encountered, unfortunately, was that he was peeing very hard, and his little body did not want to deny him the relief he had started. The stream sputtered only thanks to his incredible shyness, the towering barrier that begged to keep his private time private, quieting his urination for brief periods between the raging torrent he had maintained up until now. And finally, his number one landed lower on the wall, then down near his feet, and dribbled to a reluctant halt, with his boyhood limping down with nothing careening through...for about two seconds, when it jumped back to life with a roaring shower, and any further attempts to dry this rain resulted in absolutely no change. "I-I-I'm so sorry, I c-can't stop!" "Aw, it's okay, Mui," Ilia comforted, her voice echoing from her distance in the open and mostly-empty field. "You needed to go potty really badly, there's nothing wrong with that. Honestly, I'm in much the same place. You ran off so suddenly, I came to check on you, and when I saw what you were doing... Well, I'm sure you understand." "B-b-but why are you d-doing it here? I-it's kind of m-making me uncomfortable...j-just a bit..." "Oh, I'm sorry! I promise I can't see anything! But it's as I said, I was in a bit of a tight spot myself. I had been holding it for so long, since before we arrived, and I was beginning to worry about my chances of making it until we were all done. Seeing you watering the plants was more than I could take." True, Mui could hear quite the splashing from Ilia's direction; were it not for the volume difference as a result of proximity, she and him would likely be equally as violent. "Again, I'm really sorry! I'm sure this is awkward for you." Yes, it was awkward. It was very awkward. Once neither was talking, the only sounds were the hissing, splashing, and trickling as the two continued peeing, and peeing, and peeing away, with sighs and moans of relief in response, all of which came from Ilia. Mui, on the other paw, was keeping totally silent, like he was terrified of alerting a predator if even the slightest squeak passed his lips. Tiny grunts reverberated inside his closed mouth every so often, but his mouth would not open. He just wanted this to end, for his bladder to empty, when he could put this whole nightmare behind him. Of course, now that he was nervous, time seemed to come to a crawl, with the heavy pit at the bottom of his stomach and the tingling at the base of his shaft reverberating throughout his fluffy figure. Not only did he have nothing to occupy himself, but he actively wanted to not concentrate on what he was doing. The more he did, the more he thought about how someone was watching him pee, and that realization was making him panic. His breathing accelerated sharply, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and he began to feel lightheaded once more. His only escape would be to turn his attention elsewhere. But if he looked out to the empty plains, not only would he be jumping at every shadow, the anticipation of someone wandering into view and finding him would overwhelm him, and he'd probably pass out. That left him but one option: to turn around and look around Ilia. It seemed strange to purposefully remind himself that he wasn't alone, when that was the source of his anxiety, but there was a reason for it. He barely knew Ilia, he had no idea what she could do if left alone, he'd feel a lot better if he could confirm for himself that she was harmless and keeping back. So that's what he did, even twisting his waist more to the side so he could see with more than just the edge of his vision. He was very careful to keep his boy parts out of this. And as his head arced to view behind his back, Mui was relieved to see that he still had his space. Ilia seemed to have no intention of moving for the time being. No, she was far too absorbed in her answering of nature's call, judging from the relaxed look on her face, with her closed eyes, curved smile, and slightly parted lips, blissfully absorbed in her squat. Girls p-pee like that? That looks uncomfortable... Does she know there are other ways? The article of clothing Mui assumed to be her underwear had a visible dark stain in the center, paraded out for him to see stretched between her knees, the cause of which was all too well known to the little featherfolk. She must have had to g-go almost as much as I d-did. He didn't mean to, really, but looking around that area meant seeing something far more protected than just some wet panties. The gushing geyser had to come from somewhere, and that stream being the only motion on her besides some chest heaving caused by breathing, Mui's eyes were drawn to the spot. I-is that what all girls look like d-down there? W-where is the pee c-coming from? Despite his small size by human standards, Mui was an adult male featherfolk, yet he was so shy, he had never seen a woman without her clothes. He had heard vague descriptors, and certain natural urges would occasionally force him to use his imagination, but the real thing ended up being different from what he had pictured. It's just a p-pink hole, like a knot in a tree, but k-kind of opening like a flower? It's kind of hard to t-tell... B-but I thought humans were supposed to be m-mostly hairless! "Hm? Mui, what are you looking at?" Ah, I was staring! A quick glance upwards confirmed that, yes, Ilia had opened her eyes, and was looking at him with an inquisitive expression. Mui's heart stopped; he knew that watching a girl like this was one of the worst things someone could do. He would hate it if someone was looking at his private parts, yet he had turned around and subjected someone else to that invasion. "I-I-I-I'm so sorry! I-I-I didn't mean t-to!" His voice cracked towards the end thanks to the lump that appeared in his throat, and he immediately went back to looking to his front, not just to be polite, but so Ilia couldn't see him start crying. "Uguh...kuh..." She's going to hate me, I'm s-sure of it. W-what if she tells the people of the f-future that I'm a bad person? Thorwad is g-going to have his name dragged through the mud for being nice to me. I-I'm going to- "Aw, it's okay. You don't have to worry about it." It sounded to him like there was a strange emphasis on the word "you", but Mui couldn't make heads or tailfeathers about why that would be the case. "You were just a little curious, weren't you?" "N-no, I wasn't r-really looking at anything! I-I just happened to see, and u-um..." Despite the words of assurance, Mui didn't believe that Ilia wasn't angry with him. She'd change her tone any moment now and berate his perverted behavior, he just knew it. He just needed to confirm that, the only way he could: turning back to look. A habit he really needed to break if he were to find himself in this spot again. Actually, with an irresistible urge to look at someone whenever things got uncomfortable, Mui could make a strong case that he really didn't mean to be inappropriate. He really didn't mean to look at anything naughty this time, at least. He did see the goods again, still with pee flowing freely, though he wasn't watching for more than a second. He was far more concerned with her face at the moment, an anxious tension rising up his body as his eyes met hers. His were darting around, the look of a bird scared out of his mind, and hers were...kind, gentle, inviting. There wasn't a shred of displeasure in those eyes. If anything, that made Mui freak out even more, awaiting the turn. But it never happened. No matter the seconds that flew by, her mood didn't change, and that caught the cautious featherfolk more off-guard than anything. "Y-you're...really not m-mad at me?" "Oh, there's nothing wrong with having a healthy curiosity, Mui. That's how herbalists concoct new recipes. You just need to know boundaries, of course. Be careful about how you act next time." "N-next time?! I-is this g-going to happen again?! No, please t-tell me I n-never have t-to g-g-go through t-this humiliation again!" With tears rolling down his cheeks, Mui went right back to looking forward, just hoping this mortifying experience would end soon. And it did...for Ilia. The hissing from her slit soon eased up, indicative of her pee stream slowing, becoming less scattered as it shot out from her, giving the foamy puddle she had made, now unable to soak into the dirt any further, a path closer to her low-to-the-ground bottom. More dribbles didn't have the strength to make it out and instead remained stuck to her folds, the limited force it retained allowing them to slither to the areas around, whether that be onto her butt cheeks, the top of her thighs, or into her thick patches of hair. It was a messy end, as it usually was when she did this kind of thing outdoors. Thankfully, since this was a normal occurrence, she was prepared. Leaning to the side, reaching into her bag, she dug around with her fingers until she found what she sought: a small, white cloth, which she folded over her palm and began wiping herself dry, doing a very thorough job of it. She made a few general passes around her sensitive area and a surrounding circle, followed by more detailed swabbing with the cloth draped around her finger. Between the lips of her ladyhood, a soft dab against the still-dripping hole that had ejected all her urine, and that got her dry enough to be comfortable. At least, until she pulled her panties back into place as she stood up, feeling the wet stain against her bits for the first time since she got undressed. And the pee soaked into her underwear had cooled off in the time she was doing her business. "Mngh... I'll have to wash my panties out too." Dropping her dress, she picked up her protective skirt and pouch, putting the wet rag back into the latter, and began refastening everything around her waist. "Phew... Ah, it's much better to have that over with, isn't it?" She'd be waiting for an informed agreement, because Mui wasn't done yet. It had calmed down, no longer the forceful torrent it once was, but it didn't look to be on the verge of ending. Ilia had started after him, finished before him, and was significantly bigger than him. The fact that the little featherfolk was beating her out in terms of bladder fullness, even when he was filled to bursting and she was merely very desperate, that was stunning. At least, Ilia was astonished. "Wow... Mui, you really needed to tinkle, didn't you?" "N-no! D-d-don't look at m-me," he wailed, trying once more to force his remaining pool of pee to flood out, failing this time as well. He had been spraying for so long, he was just too tired. He couldn't work up the energy to go any harder, he just needed to let nature run its course. At least nature decided to have mercy on him this once, because his bladder finally showed signs of emptying, as his stream could no longer reach the wall he had been "doing" on this whole time. Granted, this was partially due to his limp penis hanging close to his legs, moreso pointed down rather than out, but the splattering sound was less intense. Every once in a while, it would flare up with another powerful splash, but it wasn't long before he totally stopped, no matter how long he waited, with only droplets leaving his foreskin. He didn't even wait for those dribbles to stop, nor did he do any shaking of his shaft to thrust off any wetness before shoving Mui Jr. straight back into his pants. I just want this s-stupid thing out of sight! And I guess it doesn't matter if i-it's still wet... Why did I even b-bother taking it out if I was g-gonna wet myself so badly? Yes, he washed the stone wall pretty good, and left a massive puddle around his tiny feet, but his pants really did look like he had a huge accident. It was mostly hidden when he rotated his leather apron and medicine bag back to his front, but that thick apron pressed his drenched pants close to his groin. Not touching, but near enough to feel the cool aura on his private parts, shrinking back to keep away. She had given him a moment to compose himself, and once that was done, Ilia rephrased her earlier question. "Are you all better now, Mui? I'm amazed a little guy like you could hold that much piddle." The content of her inquiry and remark were nearly identical to the last time she attempted to talk with the featherfolk, but the tone she took had an entirely different sound. Before, it sounded like she was just making conversation, backed by a real interest in Mui, but now she sounded concerned. And if there was any doubt that was her intent, the next words from her lips confirmed it. "You know, it's really dangerous to hold your pee that long. Let your friends know if you need to use the potty from now on, okay?" No! I-I don't want anything like this to ever h-happen again! I'd be happy if I n-never needed to go to the b-bathroom for the rest of m-my life! N-nobody needs to know that I ever g-go number one! I-I don't want anyone s-seeing anything about this! But...but I'm no better... Even if the guilt from his inadvertent viewing continued to eat away at his conscience, the image would never leave his memory: he would always remember seeing Ilia's unmentionables. "Um... I-I'm really, r-really sorry..." "For what? Oh, for peeking? I mean it, it's okay, I'm not bothered by it. There's no need to beat yourself up over that." "B-b-but...but you're not supposed to w-watch someone g-go to the bathroom!" "Well... Yes, that's true, it's a good rule to have. However, if the person in question isn't mad about it, you don't need to feel guilty." "But everyone would be mad! They should be! Nobody should ever be looking at my parts...or anyone else's!" It wasn't that she found Mui's violent reaction to the topic to be impossible to understand, she could empathize with the view, but that little slip of the featherfolk tongue was the final piece being put into place. "Oh, I see now..." She thought it over for a moment, when a new idea lit up in her mind. "Hey Mui, do you mind if I come closer?" That wasn't something he was expecting to hear. So ashamed of his actions, Mui had just kept staring at the wall, never once looking at Ilia. He had no inkling as to what she could be planning, especially when the request was so out of character for her. She's...asking if I'm o-okay with it? Not just j-jumping at me? "U-um...um, o-okay..." It was almost instantly after he agreed that he felt arms wrap around his tummy, in yet another hug from Ilia. Again, his heart skipped a beat from the physical contact, and he really wished he had seen it coming to brace himself for it. Except this time, it wasn't the tight, forceful squeeze she had been giving him up to now. It was soft, gentle, loose, and as she rested her cheek on the top of Mui's fluffy head, her embrace felt familiar. Like this was the kind of hug he would have gotten from his mom when he ran home crying, which he did a lot. Of course, given the sizable height difference between the two, leaning against him was not a simple act for Ilia. She had to drop to one knee to be only a head taller than the featherfolk, and with both arms used in the hug, she had little choice but to let the hem of her dress sit in Mui's pee puddle. She did take one hand away from his stomach, but it was to delicately stroke his head as she melodically whispered in his ear. "You don't have to be so shy about your needs, Mui. There's no reason to hold it until it hurts." He tried to resist, stay manly, but the feeling of this close contact broke Mui's second dam. His cheeks were already damp from earlier sniffles, but now, the tears flowed and just would not stop. "Waaaaaahhhhh! B-b-but...uguh, but then they'd all g-g-get annoyed with how m-much I have to pee! I c-can't w-w-wait long enough!" "So you kept holding it over and over when you were with everyone stopping the Teras Pharma?" Mui nodded, inadvertently bringing Ilia's head along for the ride. It threw her off-balance for a second, but she swiftly recovered, and returned to contemplating Mui's words. "That explains how big your bladder is now, I suppose. But even ignoring that I'm sure you could compare to your friends now, do you really think they would think less of you for that? Rolf seemed nice, would he be that mean to you?" "Um, no... B-but it's not j-just that, you know... T-they all seem okay w-with just p-peeing right next to each other, a-and I j-just c-can't do that!" "You can't get a little privacy?" "I-I can, it's just...r-really awkward to ask. A-and I get a little s-scared if I go by m-myself out in the w-wilderness... I-I mean, I'll do if I really r-really have to, but I don't l-like it..." "Would you feel better if you had someone to stand guard? Watch out for danger while staying a good distance away, so you can do your business?" Of course I've thought of that, it's j-just... "I-I don't want to bother anyone... They don't h-have to ask for my help, s-so I shouldn't-" "Oh, that's not true," Ilia interrupted, nuzzling her cheek against the silky feathers on his head. "Friends do favors for one another. Just because you're a little different doesn't mean you're not allowed to ask for their help. I'd be glad to do that for you any time you needed it!" D-doesn't she have to go b-back to her time? Ducking down, Mui escaped Ilia's grip and finally turned to face her, though he did so while backing up against the wall, looking down, shuffling his feet with his wings behind his back. "U-um... O-okay, I'll t-try asking... B-but I'd really rather another b-boy do it..." "Of course," she nodded. "Whatever makes you the most comfortable, Mui. That's the most important thing." Raising her hand with an extended index finger, she poked the featherfolk's little button nose, which caused him to reel back, bump the back of his head on the tiny cliff wall, and cover his nose with his paws. And it was just too cute for Ilia for handle, she giggled and smiled, happy as could be. "You're a good boy, aren't you? I know you're brave enough to ask." "Uguh... Y-you really think so?" Admittedly, he didn't look the part right now, with his eyes puffy from crying, and mucus sliding from his nostrils. Still very cute in Ilia's eyes, but not the shining image of strength. But that was nothing a little cleanup couldn't fix, and she had a cloth for just that purpose. "Oh, but I guess I just used mine. Hm... Do you have a handkerchief I can use for a second, Mui?" "Y-yes, I have onEYAH!" Since he was currently using his wings to wipe his face, Ilia took the liberty of reaching into his bag for him, digging for his cloth square. And she reached a bit too far in to start, bumping the back of her hand against the far wall of the pouch, where she brushed against a little bulge. His natural reaction was to yelp, reflexively knock her hand away, and covered his groin with both paws. "P-please b-be careful if you're g-going to do that!" "Sorry, sorry," Ilia chuckled, clearly not shaken by the close contact. "Oh, but look what I found!" By pure dumb luck, the last thing she grabbed onto before being pushed away was a small white handkerchief. "Now come here." She cupped her hand around his cheek and wiped him down with the cloth, vigorous scrubbing to really get in between his feathers. There was only so much one little napkin could do, but she got him looking better. "There! Oh, you look so handsome! Now, we should really get back to everyone else. You still have a little seed planting to do, don't you?" Ilia slowly climbed to her feet, returning the handkerchief back to Mui, as she took the lead back around the ramp that had concealed them. However, she turned back after only a few steps away. "Don't worry, I'll come up with an excuse for what we were doing." And with a little wink, she went right back to her return to the greater party. Only one thing could hold her back her now. Mui, pursing his lips, started to blow air in a rhythmic, melodic sequence. It wasn't particularly loud, but with the two herbalists still so close, it didn't need to be: Ilia heard the whistling. She stopped dead in her tracks, closed her eyes, and allowed all thoughts to pause in her head, to focus on nothing more than the tune. "Mui, that's a wonderful song," she praised wholeheartedly, clasping her hands close to her chest as she pivoted to look at him again. "What is it?" "I-it's a traditional featherfolk song, o-one that we k-keep to ourselves. If you w-whistle it to a f-featherfolk, they s-should trust you." Ilia's jaw dropped, her pupils dilated, and her breathing picked up until it was quite fast. "Oh Mui, thank you! It's the best gift you could give me!" With that excitable squeal, Ilia leapt at poor Mui, who was far too startled to do anything, and thus had to just sit and take the full weight of her constricting glomp raising him up, squeezing the air from this tiny lungs, which wasn't helped by his oxygen intake being further cut off with his face between her large marshmallows. He was only seconds away from passing out when something occurred to Ilia, and she relaxed her vice-like squeeze. "Oh, but I can't whistle. Could you teach the song to Yusuke, please?" "O-okay," he panted, clutching his chest as Ilia let him drop to the ground. Actually, he hadn't moved since getting here, so he landed with a little "squish" in the wet soil. Now, Ilia seemed all too happy to regroup with the party, practically skipping as she ran to where they left everyone. W-wait, don't leave me a-alone! Mui was also more than eager to get away from the huge puddles of both featherfolk and human urine, and quickly hopped after his fellow herbalist. H-humans really are nice...but I s-still can't get used to t-their forwardness... --------------- Compared to the open expanse of the Lucille Plain, the Ralos Woods were far more dark and oppressive. Tall trees with thick foliage blocked a lot of sunlight, and the many girthy trunks made it difficult to see anything outside of the clear narrow pathways. Yet Yusuke and the rest of his small team had no choice but to navigate the labyrinthine woodlands to follow a lead on missing craftsmen from Orosk Village in their present time. It would be nearly impossible to safely traverse the forest without someone who knew the lay of the land. Lucky for Yusuke and the rest, they had come across someone who fit just that bill: a pink, fluffy featherfolk girl named Meamei. They found her being attacked by monsters, and with a little whistle to assure her they weren't equally dangerous, she was quick to buddy up with everyone. Naturally, Ilia was beyond thrilled to be making another featherfolk friend, and was sticking close to Meamei. For a featherfolk, she was quite the extrovert, humming a song as she led the group with a spring in her step to her house deep in the woods. Though they were taking a little break at the moment at Ilia's request, brought on when she noticed Meamei beginning to squirm and stumble in her bounce. She had a hunch as to why that would be the case, so she asked they rest to allow the two to wander behind some plants and give the little bird the chance to handle whatever ailed her. And her theory was soon confirmed, as the featherfolk vocalized without much in the way of shame now that it was just the two of them. "Ah, thank you! Meamei already really had to pee when we met!" Meamei then wasted no time undoing the belt buckle that kept her waist bag on, which was maybe a common accessory among featherfolk, and dropping her loose white pants to her ankles, lifting her right foot out of the pant leg. Her next step was obvious: bend her knees to squat. Thing was, featherfolk knees not only faced the opposite direction as humans, they also had approximately half the range of motion as human knees. Meaning, it was biologically impossible for Meamei to squat as low to the ground as a human would. So, as she bent her knees as much as she could, little more than a right angle, and thrust her hips forward. It seemed that was the key to unlock her bladder, because nary a second had passed before a healthy stream of pale yellow urine erupted from her fluffy groin area, falling the two feet to the ground with a slight forward arc. It splashed as a bubbly puddle began to rise from the ground, its soil quickly overwhelmed with more liquid than it could handle, with a satisfying ring that echoed in Meamei's twitching ears. This was a featherfolk girl squat, and she seemed quite pleased with the result, going off how relaxed, relieved, and refreshed she appeared to be mere seconds into her pee. "Ah... Meamei needed that," she chirped. Ilia could corroborate that declaration. While it was far from the most chaotic, desperate pee she had ever seen, it certainly looked like it was enough to have been causing Meamei distress. It really was quite a bit... Mmph. I suppose it's quite a bit for me as well. Ilia shifted in her shoes and quietly groaned at the sound of Meamei's business, as she realized that a hefty mass of water had accumulated in her abdomen. Well, there's only one way to take care of this. No one else can see me, and I'm sure Meamei won't mind. Ilia planted her feet more than shoulder-width apart, enough to create a clean gap between her thighs, as she spun her bag to her side and lifted the front of her dress well above her waistline, flashing her panties. And she soon flashed a lot more, because her right hand pushed her underwear down, stretched just above her knees, and spread her private lips with her index and middle fingers, tugging her genitalia higher up, until her urethra pointed upwards and outwards. And she promptly let go. Ilia produced her own clear, warm brook, splattering in the grass with a resonance just as pleasing as the featherfolk's. "Hah..." It wasn't an emergency, but the herbalist still felt pretty good about releasing her urine. She wasn't getting much power or distance from it; in fact, no shortage of dribbles raced down her legs or drizzled into her underwear, but enough cleanly showered ahead of her that she felt no reason to worry. And doing it this way was so much faster than squatting! It was a lot more impressive to witness, as well. At least, Meamei thought so, as she looked over while still in the middle of her own half-squat leak. "Wow! That's amazing! How did you learn to do that? Can you teach Meamei?" "This is actually my first time doing it," she informed, clearly astounded at her own success. "I'm not even sure why I thought of doing it this way, it's like I always knew the method." Given that they had only just met, she didn't want to overwhelm Meamei with topics like time travel, but she had a good idea where this currently very useful skill had originated. I bet you weren't expecting "peeing standing up" to be part of your teachings, were you, Mui?
  8. Role Reversal – 5 By: Heather23 Edited by: DaddyRich Chapter 5 - Saturday morning I was anxious to see how my baby prisoner was doing and walked down the hall to his room. Chris was sleeping. He looked adorable, and I wanted to straddle him to make love, but that would have to wait. "Is my favorite little diaper slave awake yet?" "Does Christy need her diaper changed?" Chris woke up and I approached his bed. "Let me check your diaper to see if you were a good girl and wet it like you were told." I could tell by Chris's panicked face that he didn't do as he was told. I slid my hand under his plastic panties and down into his diaper. It was dry. "So baby has a hard time listening to Mommy?" "I see that baby is hard, is that keeping baby from wetting her diaper?" I put my next plan into action. "Since baby doesn't wet yet on command, I must show you how it is done." I produced a funnel with a flexible tube attached to it. I reached over and put the flexible tubing down the front of Chris's diaper and held the funnel in my hand. "If Christy won't wet, then I will show you how it is done." I removed my panties and made sure that Chris could see exactly what I was doing. I climbed up on the bed and moved so that I was kneeling over Chris's chest. My legs were on each side of his chest and my pussy was staring him right in his face. "Watch closely Christy, I want to make sure you see how to wet a diaper." I put the funnel between my legs and pressed it firmly against my pussy. "Mommy needs to pee so badly after such a long night." I closed my eyes and relaxed my muscles the best I could. Chris knew what was about to happen to him and squirmed in his bonds to try and resist. It was pointless. At first, it was difficult to pee into the funnel because I was having trouble relaxing enough to pee. The delay worked to my advantage because I could feel Chris continue to squirm under me, and it just made his anticipation last that much longer. I took one last breath, released it slowly and started to pee into the funnel. I didn't want to miss Chris's expression, so I opened my eyes while I continued to pee. My pee made a hissing noise as it hit the plastic funnel and I rocked back and forth while I emptied my bladder. With my free hand I made sure that the end of the funnel's hose never escaped Chris's waiting diaper. Chris's expression seemed obvious. He looked startled, but it appeared that he liked what was going on. I know how nice a diaper feels as it becomes heavy and wet and now Chris was able to experience that same feeling. It took awhile to finish peeing, but I finally finished. I removed the damp panty that was still lodged in Chris's mouth and moved closer to Chris's face until my legs straddled his face. I instructed Chris to place his tongue through the front of his O ring gag and he complied. "Christy, I have just peed, and I need you to clean me up with your tongue." It was a bit of a struggle, but Chris pushed his tongue through the leather circle and touched my pussy. I took his head in my hands and moved it around to make sure that I was thoroughly licked clean. "Christy, you are at least good for something." I reached down and pulled the tube end of the funnel from Chris's diaper. I then turned around on Chris's chest so that my face was looking at his diaper and Chris had an intimate view of my ass. I backed up so that my butt was pressed against his face. "Christy, you know what to do...lick me slave!" I in turn put my lips to the outside of his diaper and kissed his hard throbbing cock through the plastic material. I massaged his diaper with my hands as my kissing continued. Chris was doing a great job with his tongue and I knew if I continued playing with Chris, or he continued licking me, we would both explode with huge orgasms. But that would have to wait, because I wanted to keep Chris at the brink of sexual fulfillment. I knew that if I waited, Chris would be a more willing but somewhat frustrated slave. It would also provide me with even more motivation to torture poor Chris and watch his frustration grow. I climbed off of Chris's chest and saw the disappointed look on his face. "It seems like the name Christy is fitting for you so that is your name for the rest of the weekend, understood?" Chris reluctantly nodded. "I am going to take my shower and then come back and get you ready for the day." "You are in a pretty wet diaper, but it is my pee and not yours that is keeping you warm and comfy." "You still have not wet your first diaper, but I think that will change." "Oh by the way, don't go anywhere while I am in the shower." "Relax my little diaper slave and welcome to my old world of surrender." To Be Continued…
  9. The sister enjoying a piss while the brother struggles to hold on. Thanks to Addickted for the artwork

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  10. "So we need to talk" Kayla said in a forboding manner. "What? Now? We're almost at your parents!" I replied with some concern in my voice. We are on our way to her house so I can meet her mom and two sisters for the first time. We'd only been dating for two months, but she figured it was time for me to meet them, and I did too. "Yes." Kayla replied. "This is important, and we need to talk about it before you meet my family." I heard the concern in her voice and quickly changed my tune. "Of course babe, ok yeah let's talk, what's up?" We were walking through a big public park, with her house maybe another five minutes down the road. We got to a bench right off the path and took a seat. Kayla began. "So, this is kind of a big deal to me, because I didn't want to say anything until I thought we could be serious, until I thought there could be something real between us. And I feel that there is." "I do too! I know we've only been dating two months, but I've loved spending time with you, and I hope you feel the same." "Yes I do Alex! Which is why we need to talk about this right now. This isn't kind of big deal actually, it IS a big deal. About me." I started to get a little worried. Was everything ok? Did she have a condition or something? Or an odd family member? Whatever it is, I'd decided from our first date I wasn't going to judge her about anything, she's my dream girl. "Hey" I said. "Whatever it is, I'm not going to judge. Whatever it is, I don't care, I'm just happy I'm with you and I'm very excited to see our relationship goes, no matter what." She gave me a soft smile in return, but her cheeks still blushed a deep red. Whatever she was about to tell me is something that's very close to her, I'm sure. Kayla continued. "Thank you. Ok here it goes... There's no really easy way to say this, so I'll just say it. I wear diapers." My brain kind of short circuited for a second when I heard that information. I didn't laugh or really do anything for about two seconds when I cought myself, should my head and said : "you wear diapers?" Kayla was still blushing, and I could tell she was trying her hardest to be calm and be steady at this moment. "Yep!" She said with a shrug. "I wear diapers. I have most of my life because I was never potty trained." I kind of short circuited again, but quickly came back. "Ok wait, I want to hear that, but back to the first thing. You wear diapers? Excuse me if I'm too forward right now, but I've stared at your ass before, Ive never noticed any sort of diaper under your clothes!" Kayla laughed and brightened up a bit. "How can you be too forward, I just told you my biggest thing! But yes, I wear diapers! The reason you don't see them is during the day I actually wear pull ups, which are basically as small and quiet as normal underwear, even when I wear leggings." I thought for a second and laughed with her. "Ok, I'll buy that. But to your second point, you were never potty trained??" I may have overdone my exclaim her, because she went back to blushing and spoke with more concern here. "Yeah." Kayla said. "I was never potty trained. You know how it's just been my mom and my sisters growing up? Well it was a very hard childhood for the three of us. She had to care for all three of us being only a year apart each, while also working a full time job. She was able to swing working from home for a little bit when we were babies, but she as she switched jobs and went up the ranks, she went back into the office when we got into school. And so because of all of that, things fell through the cracks. I'm not gonna lie, it was hard. Me and my sisters were neglected in different ways. Missed sports events, missed birthday presents, and for all three of us, she didn't have the time to potty train us. When my older sister was three she briefly ried training, but it just never stuck, she had accidents in her pants all the time. Since she was working 12 hour days while watching us, she decided potty training would have to wait and she just diapers us all the time." I stopped her here. "Ok I mean, I understand all that. I get life is hard in different ways, and I'm so sorry for your hard childhood! But what about when you went to school? When you were 5 or 6 years old?" "Don't apologize!" Kayla said. "I love my mother, we all do. We all know what she's sacrificed for our family and how hard she's worked to give us a good life, so we don't hold it against her. But yeah once we got into grade school, it was aloooot of accidents. Our family was kind of known for it at our old school. There were times where we'd try to potty train ourselves, but it never worked for more than a few days. We were all back in diapers before we knew it. We went through elementary school wearing diapers and pull ups." It was here where I asked a rather pertinent question. "When you say accidents you do mean... Pee and poop?" "Yep, number one and number two!" Kayla said. "In Pre-K and kindergarten we had wet and messy diapers pretty much every day, and our teachers knew. My mom told them it was a family medical condition, so the teachers would change us if they had to. Most of the time though we'd go through the day in our dirty diapers and our mom would change us when we got home." "Ok then, I'm still with you. But what about when you become a tween or a teen? Late elementary or early middle school?" I asked her. "Well," Kayla began. "Pretty soon it went from mom changing us, to us changing ourselves and eachother. Like I said, she really didn't have the free time to help. By the time we were in third grade we knew to bring spare diapers to school for a change when we needed, and to change ourselves if we felt the need to." I stopped her again. "Felt the need to? Would you not change yourself as soon as you felt wet?" Kayla blushed a deep red again. "Ok well, here's probably the most important part. Since our mom was away from us so much, and since me and my sisters all weren't potty trained, we all kind of developed a sort of dependency on the diapers. Call it a trauma response, call it a developmental issue, I don't care. Not being potty trained was something we shared and grew with together, and to help ourselves out, we saw it as a positive thing instead of a negative. And we'll..." Kayla trailed off and looked away. I grabbed her hand. "Hey, I'm still with you. No judgement from me, remember?" She gave me another smile, but she blushed harder than ever. "Oh fuck it. Once we were teenagers, 13, 14, 15 years old, this diaper dependency turned sexual as well." She said almost with a whisper. "Sexual?" I asked back. "Yes, sexual!" She said louder. "Being diapered our whole lives turned into us enjoying wetting and messing ourselves! So sometimes we wouldn't change ourselves right Away since it felt good to us!" Kayla was almost crying at this point, as if she was expecting me to turn and run. But I wasn't. "Hey hey hey, I hear you! I'm still not judging! I can't imagine what this has all been for you, but I'm not judging! I'm still here!" Kayla choked down a cry and looked at me. "You're not grossed out?" "No, I'm not grossed out at all." As a matter of fact, I was turned on as hell, because I also happen to have a wetting and messing fettish, but I didn't find the time to mention that yet. Kayle smiled again, and continued. "So yeah, my sister's and I learned to change ourselves pretty early on, and we all developed a diaper wetting and messing fetish because of it all." "So what happened next?" I asked her. "Well" she said. "This is when we moved. For my freshman year, ally's 8th grade year and Sophie's 10th grade year, we moved out here and started at this high school. So because of that, we were all.sbke to start fresh. No one knows about us wearing diapers, we've gotten so good at hiding it. We all wear pullups during the day like I said, because while we can't really hold our pee at all, we can usually make it until we get home for a poop. But not always." "Ahhh, it makes sense now." I said. Kayla continued. "Yeah, we all just change right when we get home into a fresh diaper. Sometimes we'll have pooped the wet pullups on the way home, sometimes not. More often then not we'll all poop our diapers maybe an hour or two after we get home, and spend the evening in them until one more chance until bed time." She stopped, was about to say something else, but just looked at me and smiled.for a second. "So yeah, that's pretty much it." Kayla said. "We all wear diapers. It's an open household, so you're gonna see it when you meet them, I told them I was gonna tell you beforehand. Sometimes we wear pants, sometimes it's easier not to." I laughed. "Yeah I would imagine!" "So... You're still here, you're not running away screaming and calling me gross. What're your thoughts?" "So you're wearing a pull-up right now?" I asked. "Yep!" She said with a smile. She then pulled down her leggings about half an inch on one of her hips, revealing a multi-colored pull-up underneath. "Is it wet right now?" I asked her as well. "Yep again!" She said. "I pee my pullups every day. And I rarely change them at school, like I said it's a turn on for me, it makes me all hot inside knowing I'm walking around everyone in a wet diaper." She said with a whisper. I looked away, as if in thought, and she stared at me expectantly. "It IS really hot you know." I said to her. "Wait, what??" She said. "Yeah, that's hot as hell Kayla. I think this diaper wearing, wetting and messing is incredibly attractive, and I'm so happy you told me!" I said to her. She looked at me with the biggest smile and with tears in her eyes. "Oh Alex!!" She came in for a really big hug and we laughed in each other's arms. At the end she gave me a very quick kiss on the lips. Our first kiss. We both stopped and just looked stunned for a second, but then smiled again. I then stood up. "So let's go meet your family!" I said. "Yes, let's!" Kayla replied. We walked the last five minutes to her house, talking all about her and her diapers. I learned that in addition to peeing and pooping in them, she also orgasms in her diapers at least once a day. I also learned she's peed in every single class she's ever had, and pooped in nearly all of them. She apparently has a secret trick to use some extra strength hand sanitizer everytime she pees or poops. The scent apparently masks her movements very well, and she's yet to be caught at the high school. "Ok we're here!" She Said. "Are you ready?" "Absolutely!" I replied. She opened the door. We walked into the main entryway of her house. Directly to our right, her mom and two sisters were sitting watching TV. All three of them immediately got up to greet us. "Hello!" All three of them said in unison. "Mom, ally, Sophie, this is Alex!" Kayla said with a very proud smile. "Hi Alex!" Her mom said. She approached me first. I held out my hand, but we ended up in a greeting huh instead. "It's so nice to meet you! We've heard so much about you!" She said. "And so handsome too!" She said, turning to Kayla. This time it was my turn to blush! As her mom stepped over to talk to Kayla, I head another "Hi Alex!" This was a short, blond haired girl who I assumed was ally. She was wearing a tank top with no bra underneath (I could tell because her nipples were VERY prominently pointing out at me). She also has on an EXTEMELY soiled diaper. It was a dark yellow color all the way up the front, and as she walked it heavily sagged back and forth, indicating a nice hefty load was sitting in the back of her diaper. Ally hugged me as well. "It's good to meet you!" I said to her. "So Kayla hasn't scared you off with all of this huh!" Ally said, gesturing her arms to everyone. But before I could respond, she also stepped back, allowing room for Sophie to come in for a hug. "Hi!" We said in unison. Sophie was wearing a t shirt, and some cotton booty shorts. I wasn't able to tell if there was a mess I. Her pull ups, but I'm pretty positive she'd prefer in them already because she had a rather wet crotch, as marked by a much darker gusset than the rest of her pants. "Yeah, you're sticking around with Kayla huh??" Sophie asked. They all now stood back and looked at me expectantly, to say something about the obvious. I chose my words carefully. "Why would I not stick around Kayla?? She's told me *all* about you all, you guys sound wonderful! Thank you so much for inviting me into your home!" I said all this as I put my arm around Kayla. My emphasis on *all* seems to have gotten the message across that I am a-ok with their bathroom habits and diaper wearing, and they were all ecstatic. Ally jumped for joy and clapped. "Oh yay I'm so glad! You're the first boyfriend of the family!" I blushed again, as Sophie gave me a big smile and a wink as well. "Let's all go have dinner, there's pizza in the oven now!" Her mom finally said. We all then turned to walk towards the kitchen. I let her family lead the way because I didn't know where I was going. But this also allowed to get another look at the three sisters' rear ends. Ally's incredibly saggy diaper was mesmerizing, mainly because I had no idea how it was staying up! It looked like a mountain of poop was in the back of her diaper. It swayed heavily back and forth between her legs, and she naturally walked with a bowlegged gait because of it. It must have sagged down at least two inches more than if it were a clean diaper. As for Sophie, hers was mesmerizing in a while different way. Namely, that I could figure out her situation! I could still see that the crotch of her shorts was wet, or at least just a different color, but it wasn't super obvious. And I couldn't really see any poop bulge, or any bulge at all for that matter, leading me to believe she had on a pull-up just like Kayla did. Speaking of which... "You guys go ahead and get dinner ready, I'm gonna go run up and change quick!" Kayla said, turning towards the stairs. "Here I'll come help you!" Ally said, running up the stairs with her. The excessive bouncing was an incredible site... Her overfull diaper shook and crinkled loudly step by step. It moved in all directions, even sagging so much that you could see ever so slightly *into* her diaper. My extended look at ally's rear end was caught by Sophie and their mother, but they didn't say anything as we walked into the kitchen, just smiled. "Want anything to drink?" Her mom asked me. "Water is fine for me, thank you!" I replied, leaning against a counter. Sophie began setting the table, but was staring at me almost the whole time. As her mom handed me the drink I said, "you have a lovely home!" "Aw Thank you!" She said. "I know this must be a whole lot for you Alex, how're you doing?" Sophie paused and held the last plate in her hands, waiting for me to answer. "You must be referring to..." I gestured in a way that signified the obvious. "To be completely honest, it doesn't phase me at all. Kayla told me the whole story, I have no judgement for her or any of you whatsoever. I have siblings and relatives who are in diapers, so I'm not stranger. And plus, I'm truly enjoying all of you!" Their mom gave me a look of impression and approval, while Sophie blushed and finished setting the table. Her mom continued, "Yeah, I know it's pretty unorthodox. But we all did our best, and this is just how things turned out. I always said we could try potty training again later, but once the girls began changing themselves, the diapers just stuck. So I though, why fight it? When they're happy, I'm happy." "Makes sense to me!" I replied. "Kayla is just fantastic, and learning this about her just makes me want to get to know her even more!" I said, perhaps sharing too much. Sophie stole a glance my way, but neither of them said anything. Before the silence turned awkward, Kayla and Ally headed back down the stairs and into the kitchen. Ally walked through first in her soaking wet and full diaper. And Kayla walked behind, stopping in the doorway, looking at me expectantly. She had the same shirt she was wearing, as well as the grey leggings she was wearing before, but now she had on a big white diaper. I could tell because this time the bulge was obvious underneath her leggings, plus some of it was sticking out the top the waistband. I was awestruck, as it was the most adorable and attractive thing I'd ever seen. "Hey there!" I said as she looked at me smiling. I walked over and put my arm around her. "Ready for some pizza?" "I sure am!" She said back. "They didn't scare you off, did they??" Gesturing towards her mom and Sophie. "Oh please!" Sophie said. "If he hasn't left already, what could we have said that would have made him run for the hills!" We all broke out in laughter as her mom cut the pizza. We took our seats and began chatting with one another. I sat next to Kayla, while her mom say at the far end of the table. Ally say directly across from me, and Sophie next to her. "Ally, are you sure you don't need a change before we eat?" Their mom asked. "I said the same thing upstairs! Ally that thing is FULL!" Ally blushed, but spoke with confidence: "hey now, I know there's more to come, I don't want to waste a diaper!" Sophie chimed in, "girl that things about to fall right off you, how is it a waste?" "Because I don't want to waste this on a new diaper!" She retorted back. It was then ally stood up from the table and bent over. I couldn't believe my eyes, but she began pooping even more! We all heard a rather loud fart, followed by the tell-tale crinkle of poop moving into her diaper. From my angle I could see her diaper sag *even lower* than it already was. The fresh mess settled into the bottom of ally's diaper, and the tapes keeping it up now seemed to stretch to their limits. The legholes now had daylight shining through them as they weight of her poop dragged the diaper down. I could even see a few poop marks, but nothing too extreme. "Ahhhhhh!..." Ally said. "Damn ally, what'd you eat today!" Kayla said. "Yeah girl that's a crazy amount of shit in you! Well... Out of you!" Sophie added with a laugh. "No idea!" Ally replied. "But trust me... I don't mind at all!" Ally plopped back down in her seat, and the look on her face said it all: she was in ecstasy. Her cheeks were flush, her nipples sticking out even farther than before, and her left hand was in a fist, as if she was trying to keep it together. Yeah, she was very much turned on, and probably trying to keep an orgasm at bay, at least for the time being. "Well now that that's over, why don't we dig in!" Their mom said. We began to eat the pizza and just have a great time together. I learned a few more things about the family. Like how their mom never remarried after their dad left them, how she has no problems with her daughters diaper habits, and how all three girls like to do their business. Ally is obviously an open book, she'll let you know she's dropping a load if you couldn't hear it already. Sophie meanwhile was the more reserved on. She never held anything back, but she was good at hiding it if she wanted to. Plus, she seemed to be more modest on the whole anyway. Kayla was a happy medium, going whenever the feeling hit her, making a show of it when she wanted, or keeping it to herself if she wanted as well. The other thing I learned is that this really is a sex positive household. Being that it's a house of only women, their mom raised them in a different way. She's a rather progressive woman, so she gave her daughters the freedom to explore things as they wanted. They said that's partly where their affinity for diapers came from. With that, I also learned clothing is largely optional in the house. The mom usually will have shorts and a top on, but not always. But as for the girls, diapers and nothing else was the norm. Shirts and pants would be on and off here and there, but the house being all girls meant none of them felt the need to cover up. Tonight they all had tops on to keep me comfortable, as well as to gauge if I was a creep or not (my words, not theirs.) I feel like I'm passing in the not-a-creep department, but only time will tell if they're brave enough to go topless around a man in their home. I figured there's different levels to that as well. Like with ally, I figured she was about to jump right out of her top. It left little to be desired anyway, with her pointy nipples sticking out like she was smuggling candy corn. Sophia said she usually keeps a bra on but rarely has a shirt, so this must have been an odd night for her as well. Kayla though, she was still trying the hardest to gauge my reaction to all of this. We'd only been dating two months, but I think she thinks she still has to maintain some sort of normalcy for my sake. Weather I'm right or wrong, it certainly helped ease my way into their family. About half way into dinner was when I noticed the next sister have their way with their diaper. Ally was still happily sitting in her massive mess, occasionally rocking herself in it here and there (in what I thought was an effort to rub herself off, but I couldn't be sure.) But Sophie was more or less acting normal the whole night. That is until, ally was going on about some sort of story. It was here where I caught sophie sort of sit up straight and relax herself with a deep breath. I couldn't hear anything over ally's voice, but I was sure Sophie was peeing her pull-up! Her posture gave it away. She slowly relaxed her shoulders, and had a very glossed-over look on her face, as if the feeling of emptying her bladder was washing over her. If my suspicions of her wet pants were correct from before, then I should see a tell tale sign of wetness right about now. I pretended to knock my fork off the table in order to get a glimpse of her crotch. This time I didn't linger, but I didn't have to. As I reached down for my fork, I looked at her crotch and saw a waterfall of pee overflowing from her pants and out over the edge of her chair. It was quiet as it fell onto the carpet, but it was certainly obvious. The gusset of her shorts was entirely a different color now, as I'm sure was the butt of her pants. I figured she must have overfilled her pull-up, seeing as how it was wet before as well. Once back up at the table, I saw Sophie staring directly at me with a smirk. I froze, but Sophie game me a wink before looking away. No one else was any the wiser, so I resumed listening to ally's story. Ten minutes later, we all decided to clean up dinner and head to the living room to talk some more. Ally plopped down on the couch with her legs sprawled wide open and her arms out. With her tank top, it seemed like her boobs were gonna pop right out the sides! They stayed hidden though, just barely so. Her diaper though, liked more soiled than ever before. I had sat in a couch directly across from her, and I could see how some of the poop had ridden up into her crotch, which was now a mixture of brown and yellow. She gave me a wink as well when she caught me staring, forcing me to try and look away. Sophie them sat down next to her, making no effort to hide her now very wet bottom. I could also see her pull up sagging in her crotch, as it was now fully saturated with her pee. It was an incredible site to see. Kayla took a seat next to me and covered us up under a blanket. Tonight was game night at their house, so we got started with some charades. The game was going well for a few minutes, when I suddenly heard a soft gasp come from Kayla. I looked over her, only to see her still paying attention to the game, albeit with a very red face. Before I even had time to think about it, Kayla grabbed my hand and put it in her crotch. I *instantly* felt the warm rush if pee flowing into her diaper. Her whole crotch was warm as my palmed rested in between her legs. The slow, soft ripple I felt was unlike anything I had felt before. While this was happening I was utterly shocked. It was all I could do to just stare into space and not draw any attention to myself. Kayle meanwhile, she's a pro at this. She was still laughing and actively engaging in the game while she peed and held my hand in her crotch. Her pee lasted maybe 30 seconds before it tapered off. Towards the end, I could even feel her leggings get a little moist. The diaper hadn't leaked, this was no pull-up after all, but the saturation in the diaper made the outside of it a little wet, and therefore made her leggings a little damp and dark as well. She gave my hand a squeeze once she finished, and placed it back on my leg. I finally snapped out of my trance and got back into the charades, but it was very difficult! My mind was scrambling. How could I get so lucky? This was the best night of my life! Right after this though, I was given another treat from ally. It seems that her horniness had gotten the best of her, because I could tell she was openly masturbating as her mom tried to do a charade. She wasn't straight up fingering herself, but she was rhythmically running the front of her diaper, not caring if I or anyone else saw her. She was a pro at this too though, because she was also still taking part in the game. But when she had a moment to breathe however, she finished herself off. She closed her eyes for about twenty seconds, sped up her running, and had a glorious orgasm. She bucker her hips multiple times, and seemed to hold back what would have been a very powerful grunt. I think she squirted as well, as I saw her soiled diaper get even wetter still towards the end. Once she opened her eyes, she was looking directly at me, as I looked directly at her. Neither of us looked away for about three seconds, before ally finally got up. "Ok guys, I finally need to go shower and change, are we about done here?" She asked. "Wait let me get one last one in!" Kayla exclaimed. "All right, hop to it sis!" Ally said back. Kayla got up, pulled her card, and began acting out her charade. We all began shouting out words at her in an attempt to guess, but none of us could get it. It eventually devolved into us just shouting nonsense, causeing us all to break out in hysterical laughter! Kayla was laughing so hard it was adorable. But then, it was downright sexy. She was hunched over, holding one hand over her mouth and one on her hip when she suddenly exclaimed: "Oh my God!" None of us broke our laughter, but all of our attention was squarely on her now. She was turned to the side, so I could see her butt, and I already knew where this was going. We all suddenly heard a loud fart from her rear end, and this only caused all four of us to laugh even harder. With the hard laughter, Kayla pushed out a poop into her diaper with such force, it's like she instantly grew a tail. The crinkles kept going, letting us all know she was still pooping. It all settled into the back of her roomy diaper quite nicely, making her leggings stick out and down at least two inches. It was perhaps the sexiest thing I had ever seen. "I think that's enough for charades!" Their mom said through fits of laughter. "I think that's enough of my diaper too!" Kayla added. We all broke out in even more laughter, seemingly unable to stop. I can't wait to come back to Kayla's house as soon as possible!!
  11. Role Reversal – 4 By: Heather23 Edited by: DaddyRich Chapter 4 - The night is not over I laid back in my bed and smiled. It all happened so much easier than I thought. Chris or Christy as I was starting to call him, was just down the hall in the guest room. I was guessing that he had a lot of thoughts racing through his head and I doubted that he would find much sleep. First, he had on a pair of panties. I wondered if the silky feeling was turning him on. He also was secured to the bed and my guess was that he was desperately testing his bonds to try and escape. I knew that escape was impossible because I did not leave this part of my plan to chance. He was being held firm and there was nothing he could do about it. I also thought that his need to pee was probably starting to get his attention, especially with his night spent drinking beer. In the past and under Chris's power, I had felt that same growing, desperate need to pee and it always consumed my mind. I am guessing that he was trying to put his need to pee out of his mind. I also knew that it was impossible. My plan was working. He was the one in agony and I was the one in control. Turnabout was sweeter than I thought it would be. I smiled and drifted off to sleep. I was awakened by a noise that sounded just like an alarm clock and it took me a second to realize what I was hearing. It was the bedwetting alarm that was triggered by the mat Chris was resting on. This meant that Chris couldn't hold it any longer and peed in my panties (or should I say HIS panties). I didn't jump up right away. I wanted him to fully experience the humiliation he must have been feeling. I also wanted to take some satisfaction in knowing that Chris was learning the feeling of struggling against bonds, struggling to keep himself dry, and failing in the process. I remembered how hard it was for me to wet myself when Chris put me in similar situations. Your body says let go, but years of training tell you differently. My guess was that he suffered behind the silence of his gag until his body couldn't take it any longer. Now he would know exactly how I feel when someone else owns your body's functions. I felt I had waited long enough and decided to check on my prisoner. I entered the room and it was a sight to see. Chris was still struggling in his bonds. He had wet his panties and his pee was all over the bed. I wish I had secretly observed him wet himself because he must have caused quite the fountain. "My, my, what do we have here?" "Has my little Christy wet the bed?" "I thought I told you not to wet my panties and I trusted you to keep them dry." "You just don't know how to listen to me, do you?" "I guess that Christy needs to be dressed in something other than big girl panties." "Maybe Christy needs to wear a diaper." "If you don't want to wear a diaper then please tell me." "Cat got your tongue?" "I guess no response means that you agree that a diaper would help you with your little problem." Chris could only lie in silence behind the gag. His moans were audible, but I couldn't understand a word he was trying to utter. It took me a while to pull the cotton sheet off the bed with Chris secured to the 4 corners of the bed and laying right on top of it. It required that Chris arch his back and roll from side to side to make it possible. I gave him another friendly reminder with the riding crop when he didn't move as fast as I wanted and eventually I was able to remove the wet sheet. I took the pad out from under his bottom during the process. He still remained in his wet panties and I left them for last. "Does Christy want out of her big girl panties?" I reached to pull them off his body , but took my time. I made sure that I touched his penis through the silky, wet material, but never enough to bring him to orgasm. This was fun for me and it looked as if Chris was enjoying himself too. I didn't want to risk releasing Chris's legs to get the panties off so I grabbed a pair of scissors to cut them off. Chris shook his head in agony as I approached with scissors in my hand. "Don't worry, Christy, I am not going to turn you into a girl permanently...I just want to cut those wet panties off your body." He laid still. I cut the panties at both sides and pulled the damp material from his hips. With the cotton sheets removed, Chris now rested directly on the plastic sheet protecting the bed. He was still securely bound and I tested the binds just to make sure. "Christy, are you ready for your first diapering?" I can tell by your little friend between your legs that you are quite excited about being diapered." "I am going to have to find a diaper that will fit over that nasty erection you are sporting." "Can you lift your bottom for Mommy or will Mommy have to get the wooden spoon to encourage you?" Chris nodded that he would cooperate. (Was I making progress with my prisoner?) I went over to the dresser and selected a diaper and pink plastic panties. I slapped Chris's butt to have him raise it off the plastic sheet and he lifted it up in response. I slid the diaper under him. Chris had made me diaper myself in the past, but I had never diapered Chris before now. I had diapered children before and it all came back to me. "Mommy wants to make little Christy very comfy." I pulled the diaper around Chris and secured the tabs. I checked it to make sure it fit just right and it fit perfectly. I stood back and admired my work. "Christy, you look so cute, but you need to wear a plastic panty to make sure you keep the bed dry." I unsnapped the plastic pants so that I could slide them under Chris and secure them in place. Chris wouldn't lift his bottom in an act of defiance. "Christy, lift up your bottom now!" He refused and stayed put. I picked up the wooden spoon and smacked the bed hard. "Do you want Mommy to spank you instead of the bed?" That was all I needed to do and Chris raised his bottom. "That is better." "I want little Christy to know what it is like to wear plastic panties." I snapped each snap closed until Chris was secured in his new, pink, plastic panties. I checked my work to make sure everything was snug. My plan was on target. "You have proved to be a little bed wetter and I had to put you in a diaper and plastic panties." "I am still angry at Christy for wetting my favorite panties." The wet panties were still laying next to the bed. I picked them up and waived them close to his face. "Do you see what you did to my panties?" "They are all wet and now they are ruined. "It is your fault that I had to cut them off your sorry bottom." "Maybe you should think about what you did to Mommy's panties." With that I took them and brought them directly to Chris's face. The gag he was wearing had a little leather circle that forced his mouth to remain in the same open position and that made my job easier. I took the soiled panties, worked them into the leather circle, and into Chris's mouth. He tried to resist my hand, but he was powerless in his bonds. I finished pushing the panty in place and knew that he could not push it out of his mouth with just his tongue. "There, you go you little panty slave... I hope you enjoy sucking on your own pee." "Next time I hope you think twice when I put you in my panties and tell you not to make pee-pee." "Now that you are wearing a diaper, I expect it to be wet when Mommy checks you in the morning." "Don't disappoint me!" I left him again in total darkness and silence to contemplate what had happened. I was exhausted and went back to our master bedroom to sleep. (Is that why it is called a master bedroom? I laughed at my own question and drifted off to sleep.) To Be Continued….
  12. Hey, guys! So I've very much been enjoying the fear wetting compilation videos & was curious.. does anyone know of/can anyone recommend scenes in which male characters are scared/intimidated into wetting themselves (their pants, the bed, etc.) by women? Would definitely help scratch an itch... thank you!!
  13. Role Reversal – 3 By: Heather23 Edited by: DaddyRich Chapter 3 - Chris comes home drunk It was not a surprise when I heard Chris come in very late. It was also not a surprise that Chris was very drunk after being with his friends. I met him at the door and helped him up the stairs. I was going to kill him with kindness in order to set my trap. "Dear," I said. "It is so good to have you home safe, I missed you." "I know that you need these nights out with the guys and I understand." "Honey, I know that you want to sleep in late tomorrow, so I am going to help you into bed in our guest room." "In that way, I won't disturb you tomorrow morning, and you can sleep in." Chris walked and stumbled into the guest bedroom and plopped onto the bed. I removed his shoes, socks, shirt and pants. He was laying in just his undershirt and underpants. "Chris, would you care for some aspirin before going to sleep?" He said yes, and I gave him a couple of the nighttime aspirin just to make sure he slept soundly. The plan was working perfectly. Chris fell asleep immediately, but I waited a short time before I took control. When I was certain he was sleeping soundly, I went to work. I might only have one chance to make my plan work, so I had to work efficiently, but not forget anything. What Chris did not know is that I had placed a plastic sheet on the bed before the night began. The plastic sheet was fitted under the regular sheets. I also placed a pad in the center of the bed where Chris's mid-section would rest. This was not any pad. It was a pad that is used to help small children learn how to stop wetting the bed. If the pad becomes wet, an alarm sounds. The alarm is supposed to train a child over time to stop wetting the bed. I had another use for it in my plan. So there Chris was...fast asleep, laying on his back in his underwear, and laying on a bed protected by a plastic sheet. The bed-wetting pad was centered perfectly under Chris's bottom. Now I needed to secure Chris's hands in order to take true control. The manacles were already attached to the bed posts and just out of view. I had to act quickly, and my heart was racing as I grabbed the first leather restraint. I gently pulled Chris's first hand over his head and secured it with the leather wristband. Almost immediately, I took Chris's other hand and secured it similarly. I probably didn't need to take the next step, but I didn't want to take any chances that my plan would fail. I snapped a lock on each wrist restraint to make sure that it was impossible for Chris to escape his bonds. I stood back to admire my work. I had never done anything like this to Chris before and the power and excitement was rushing to my head. I kind of liked this new-found power I had over Chris. The next thing I wanted to do was to get Chris's underpants off of him and replace them with a pair of my panties. I carefully pulled his underpants down his legs and removed them from his body. I selected a pair of my bright red, satin panties that I knew Chris loved to see me in. (I would find out if he loved them enough to wear...) I started to slip the panties up his legs and I startled him. He moved but didn't wake up. It was difficult, but I was able to get the panties on him by slowly moving them up his body. Mr. Chris (as I like to call his male member) was quite the sight resting inside my tight panties. I then secured his two ankles to the corners of the bed with leather restraints that matched the ones securing Chris's wrists. There was a final thing that I wanted to do, but I also knew that Chris would probably wake up in the process, so I had to be extra quick. I was not worried about waking him, but it would be a lot easier if Chris did not fight me while I put the gag in his mouth. The gag was one I found in our secret closet. It looked like a circle, and it was made of leather. I knew that once I got the leather circle lodged in his mouth, secured the straps behind his head, he was mine to control. His mouth was wide open, so it was easier than I had imagined. I slipped the leather O in place just behind his teeth and pulled the leather straps behind his head. Chris woke up startled, but I continued to fasten the gag until it was firmly in place. "Now, now Chris lay still." "I won't hurt you unless you need to learn who is the boss in our relationship." Chris was now wide awake and tried to speak. Only strange sounds came out of his mouth and his speech was unintelligible. He pulled desperately at his restraints, but he couldn't move and soon tired. "Chris, you have ignored me tonight, and now I must ignore you until morning." "You look comfortable, and you look so cute in my favorite red panties." "I hope you are enjoying them as much as I like looking at "Mr. Chris" hiding under the satin." "Does it feel smooth?" I reached down and gently rubbed his male member through the panties. It didn't matter that Chris was drunk, he quickly became as hard as a rock. I pulled the panties up just a little so that his member would stay in the panties. "Wow, it looks like Chris likes to be tied up and put to bed in my panties." "I thought you were such a big strong man, but it appears you are a little panty slave." "I am getting tired, and I am going back to bed." "You stay here, if that is OK with you," I said in my most teasing voice. "I hope that my little Christy doesn't have to go to the bathroom tonight, because I don't want to be disturbed." "Listen to me my little panty slave and listen good...do not wet my favorite panties, understood?" Chris did not respond. I took a riding crop and snapped it hard on his leg. Chris jumped, but couldn't go anywhere secured as he was. "When I talk to you my little Christy, I expect total respect!" "Do you understand...nod your head if you do." This time Chris nodded in the affirmative. "I will tell you the new house rules when you wake up tomorrow." "Before I go, let me remind you...DO NOT WET MY PANTIES!" I left the room, and it felt great to be in control. To Be Continued….
  14. Part 1 FOST Fost waddled across the marsh. It was a miserable day, clouds had blocked the warm sun, leaving a thick grey gloom beneath. The marsh itself didn’t help much to quell the air of dullness that hung here either. It was slimy, squishy underfoot, and stank. And that wasn’t the only thing that stank. Fost fiddled with the leak guard of his diaper, attempting to make it more comfortable around his leg. It didn't do much. The diaper was just getting too full to ignore, he’d have to find that village as quick as possible, lest a rash set in. What’s worse, is that he was beginning to feel a little full in the bladder, and he didn’t suspect the diaper could hold another heavy wetting. “Damn.” he said to himself, stepping onto a raised patch of ground that was elevated comfortably out of the mud. Mud. The evil stuff came right up his leg, threatening to cling to his onesie. Not that much further, he thought to himself, then I can have a warm bath and a change. To make the rest of the journey easier on himself, he reached for his pacifier. It was attached to his neck with some old twine. It was nice, calming, and placated him enough to continue, at least for now. Now that his mind was clearer, Fost thought back to that old woman, and the conversation they had had a few days prior. What was it she wanted again? Ah, yes, that book on Strange Dymatagy. Apparently it was a rare thing, that contained many more words than it did pictures. Fost scrunched his nose at the thought -- how strange. Books with many words were by no means rare, but they were usually owned by Mommies or Daddies, not another Little like himself. Though the woman was ancient, she was definitely a Little. It could only be a thick diaper between her legs that gave her that waddle, and besides, everyone knew that Littles were the only ones who could do proper Dymatagy. What a strange woman she had been. Living alone in the middle of nowhere, reading books not meant for her eyes. Oh well, thought Fost somewhat bitterly, a job’s a job. He was beginning to run low on funds besides much else, not that he had much to begin with. Besides, the village blacksmith here was apparently quite well known, and he needed a new sword as desperately as he needed a new diaper. After this, he’d be out of money. Hopefully the old woman’s job would set him up for after all of this. Before long, he had reached the bottom of a particularly high hill that had prevented him from seeing over the horizon. Salty mud and matted clumps of grass dotted the eleven foot tall mound, made worse by the recent rains. Fost looked at the hill and sighed heavily. Then, taking a large step, he pushed himself up and onto the mound, grunting loudly. Beneath his bare feet, the mud squelched and bubbled, rising through his toes. Another step, onto the steep slope. He placed his foot down and -- sloop. He slipped in the mud, falling backwards onto his polka-dot cloak and down into the mud below, pacifier flying out his mouth. Getting slowly to his feet again, Fost surveyed himself. He had a streak of brown mud down his favorite cloak. What’s worse, his onesie was now speckled with the stuff. Great, he thought, it’s going to be one of those days. He stepped forward again, making sure to be extra careful where he stood. One step up. His toes gripped into the mud. Two steps. He pulled his weight up. Three. Sloop. He slipped back down, falling onto his hands and knees. He tried again. One step. He gripped a tuft of grass, hard. Two steps. He yanked himself up. Three -- swooppllhh. Fost hit the mud with a loud splat. “aaaaAAAAHHH!” he shouted angrily. For the third time, he found himself at the bottom of that damned mound. Why was it so hard to climb a silly little hill? He used to be a soldier! A warrior! And now he was beaten by a little mud. “This is absurd!” he said through labored, angry breaths. It was. He brought his hand to the pacifier around his neck, intending to calm himself again. It was gone. No. No. It couldn’t be gone. Anger turned to panic, as he pressed his hand against his chest, hoping, desperately hoping, that it was just down his onesie. When he couldn’t find it there, he dived into the mud. It had to be here. It had to be here. Fost splashed and flailed in the muck, splattering the thick mess everywhere. He scooped through thick lumps of it, diving deep into the thick ooze to try and retrieve the pacifier. But he couldn’t find it. Panic turned to fear. His heart beat wildly in his chest, and his eyes felt heavy, watery. It was getting hard to see. On the very edge of tears, Fost just stood there, unable to move, unable to think. What would happen if he lost it? That one reminder? No. No. Fost was on the edge of storm, a raging tornado in his chest. He closed his eyes, feeling the tempest gather within him. It was energy. It was power. Without a thought for the consequences, he dived into the eye of the storm, summoning it to his will. The rage and the panic and the fear swirled around him, and when he opened his eyes again, a bright white glow consumed them all. He clapped his hands to the sky, feeling the energy inside him burst out and cascade across the air. Ignoring the resulting cramp in his stomach, Fost opened his hands as if pushing a great force outwards. As he commanded so the mud obeyed, and like a great gust of wind, a circle of force was drawn around Fost, clearing the mud. The pacifier, blue and starry, lay on the ground, helpless against the mud that had consumed it. Fost smiled when he saw it. It was safe now. He bent down, delicately picking it up. The twine had snapped. Of course it had. No longer raging, the storm died down, and without thinking, Fost dropped his area of force. His face strained for a moment, and the cramp in his abdomen grew. Automatically, he pushed, and a thick mass of his own mud entered his already full diaper. He sighed deeply, content. Now that nothing was holding it back, the mud that surrounded him swept back to fill the emptiness, and within a moment, he was standing in it again. It was okay. It was okay. The pacifier was nestled between Fost’s cupped palms, sitting against the warmth of his skin. One hand closed tightly, ever so tightly, around the pacifier, and he used his other to swing his travelsack off from beneath his cloak. It was small, only containing some food, some coin and a couple of books, but all had escaped the mud. With grace only seen in a parent caring for a child, he placed the pacifier into the bag, safe with the last of his money. Then, swinging his bag on his back again, he looked back to the slope... ...And refused to climb again. He quickly found a small stone and picked it up. With all his might, with all his effort, he imagined throwing the stone as far as he could, as hard as he could, over the hill. Then, closing his eyes, he dropped the stone. The storm of potential blew inside him again. It was much less this time, more of a strong gust of wind really. But it was enough, and with one great push, he leapt over the hill in a single bound. Well, just over half the hill. He only just passed the summit, before hitting mud, and falling on his bottom with a splat. Underneath him, the poopy diaper squished and pushed a little of his mess out of its confines. He felt the damp of fresh pee as he had another accident, a consequence of the magic. He slid down the other side of the hill, and landed at the bottom with a small splat, feet first. Fost was breathing heavily again. Even using basic Dymatagy usually took a lot out of him. He was muddy, tired, and now in dire need of a change. But, looking up, he saw what he had come for. Perched on a small island in the middle of this gods-forsaken flat, was a little village. Smoke puffed gently from a couple of chimneys, and small wattle and daub cottages stood proudly above the mud. So, brushing off as much of it as he could, he waddled towards the small settlement, trying to ignore his very full pants, and the pee dribbling down his leg.
  15. This is the final Heather23 story. Role Reversal – 1 By: Heather23 Edited by: DaddyRich Chapter 1 - Introduction I have written about my diaper adventures in the past, but I have never told the story about the first time I took control of my husband and made him my diaper slave. Girls, you are going to love this one! My name is Kim, and I am married to the best man in the world. His name is Chris. Typically, I am Chris's slave and often that means that I am put in the most humiliating, restrictive, and demanding situations that you can imagine. Usually when Chris wants to really test my submissive limits, he adds diapers to the equation. I have been forced to wear diapers in all kinds of situations and Chris knows that it embarrasses me to wet or mess my diaper, especially if we are out in public. The funny thing is that I have a love hate relationship with diapers. I love Chris's attention when he forces me into a diaper. I love being put in humiliating situations, and the more humiliating the situation, the better it is for me and our love making. I am a submissive by nature and Chris is by far the dominate one in our relationship. That is why I wanted to turn the tables for one weekend and see if I could tap into a side of Chris that he may not have explored. I wanted to take control and be Chris's mistress for the weekend. I knew it was not going to be easy because Chris is so much more powerful than I am. If I could pull it off, it would be so incredible to be able to boss him around and let him see what it was like to be a diaper wearing slave. I actually started to get turned on by my own imagination of what it would be like to have Chris under my control. After all, how many times did I have to meet his demands? How many times was I forced to wet myself or worse while secretly wearing a diaper under my clothes? How would Chris react the first time he couldn't hold it any longer and the only solution was the diaper hugging him, waiting for his release? Could I actually demand oral sex from him and have him comply when I wanted it? What would it be like to dress him up as a little diaper boy or maybe even a little diaper girl? This was going to be fun, if I could pull it off. The stakes were high. If I failed, Chris would be on me like a rat on a piece of cheese! I didn't come up with this role reversal idea on my own. I actually ran into some of Chris's reading material (while sneaking around in his briefcase). I am bad that way. Some of the material had the man being dominated by the female. I thought that Chris wouldn't have this material in his possession if he didn't have a secret desire to be dominated. I, too, wanted to take control even if it was for a brief weekend. I wanted Chris to know the feeling of being forced into a diaper and have to answer to my every whim. It was not going to be easy to dominate Chris. I had to have a good plan in order to be able to pull this off. I had to include an element of surprise or Chris would never go willingly into the submissive role. I actually started making arrangements several weeks before my plan was put into action. I was patient. I waited for just the right opportunity to assert myself and become the dominatrix in our relationship. What follows is my account of the most incredible weekend. To Be Continued……
  16. Law of the Diaper - Prelude - Embos stood at the edge of the water. It crashed far beneath her, obeying only the wind. She had been waiting for her older siblings from across the ocean for a whole hour now, standing in a harsh storm that battered and bruised the cliff face below. Liefyr, her closest brother, had gone to get the others ready. So, she stood alone. The wind howled between her ears and tugged at her hair, and threatened, occasionally, to push her into the waters below. But she was the God of Craft. Embos wore boots of Caerson Steel, strong against the wind, and light to walk in. Each of her sibling gods on this side of the world had given their peoples a gift. Hers was Caerson, a metal both bountiful and useful. Embos hated waiting like this. She needed to do something, to be somewhere, though she didn’t know what on either account. Being the eldest of her siblings, at least of those that left Panthos, Embos felt a great responsibility to the others. A responsibility to nurture and raise. Despite being closer to Liefyr, in age she was similar to her older sibling Vafyr. And that made things complicated. Damn you Vaf, she thought, thinking of the young god. Why had he stayed with the others? Vaf was the weakest of their lot, and certainly wouldn’t be treated as their peer. With Embos and the others, he would be an equal, and great guide for the people here. Her head boiled again with anger, it had been more and more recently. Anger at the war, anger at her elder siblings, anger that she had little power by herself, and anger all she had to rely on were the youngest of gods. No, not anger. Disappointment. Instantly, she felt a pang of shame within her. They are just as valuable, just as powerful in their way. She had to admit, she was surprised at how seriously they were taking it. Normally Pelyr, the youngest of them and the God of Play, convinced Ranos and Liefyr to flunk this sort of thing. Maybe it was because Pelyr would never be able to play again if they failed, that he was taking it so seriously now. Whatever the case, Embos hoped it would last. Another great gust of wind barrelled across the grass, threatening to push Embos into the sea below. Waves crashed against the shore, the ocean’s white teeth foaming against jagged cliffs below. Dull beats, like someone playing the drums, echoed into the sky. The storm whistled around her ears, singing across the ocean. It was a tune she recognised. Looking up, Embos saw her older brother, Vafyr, silhouetted in the ocean mist. He walked on the air itself, using the wind as a path to the safety of the cliff. Around him, the grey mist somehow blushed a bright blue, as if he walked in a halo of sky. It was as if he was the colour of the world. Then again, Embos supposed, I guess he is. Within moments he was stepping onto the rock as if it were still the air, floating across newly budding grass. “Vaf!” Embos couldn’t help but let relief and no small amount of joy flood into her voice. Of all the people they could have sent, this was perhaps the best possible outcome. “Hello sister.” he said calmly, a broad smile across his face betraying any stoicism he might have masked himself with. “They thought you wouldn’t hurt me, so I was sent in place of a messenger.” Vafyr walked to Embos, he was more relaxed than she remembered. “Why would I hurt a messenger? Why would any of us--” “Em, please, I don’t think you’d hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it. But that’s not how they think, is it?” Vafyr said as they walked down the shallow incline that led to the village below. Embos saw an opening. Now was the time. Now, after so many years, it was the perfect opportunity to ask. “Then why are you still--” but before Embos could finish, Vafyr cut her off. “I’m sorry, but I cannot say. I have my reasons, and hopefully you will find out soon.” “But I want to know now!” said Embos. She only realised how childish that must have sounded after she’d said it. However, Vaf didn’t seem to mind. He smiled broadly again, a glint in his eye. “Em,” he said, stopping and gently putting his hands on her shoulders. He was a foot taller than she was, towering over her. “I promise, now is not the time, but you will find out.” and that was all he said. Embos knew that was the end of it, she wouldn’t get anything else out of him. Time to move on. They continued their descent to the village. “So, why did you want to speak to us?” Embos asked, “I suppose it would be too much to ask for your loyalty?” The wind picked up again as Vafyr smiled, but the cold never came. Vafyr was too warm for that. “Unfortunately not.” he said, and then he went suddenly serious, his smile fading into what was almost a grimace. “The others want to make a deal with you.” Embos couldn’t help it, she burst out laughing. “You’re kidding. After all of this?” she said though a deep, slightly hysterical laughter. “After all you’ve put us through, now you want to make a deal?!” This was utterly ridiculous. Her older siblings never, never, made deals with those who were below them. And now they wanted to make a deal with not only ‘lesser gods’ but the enemy? “Now, I know what you are thinking-” Vafyr started to say, but Embos, finally managing to get control of herself, cut him off before he could do any more damage. “No, I’m sorry but no. You expect me to trust them after what they’ve done, not just to us, but the people of this world? This is stupid!” she said, and carried on walking towards the village. Vafyr stopped her, grasping her arm tightly, and suddenly this wasn’t so funny. Embos’ smiling face twisted into a scowl. “If you don’t trust them,” he said, looking deeply, so very deeply, into her, “Trust me.” They held a deep stare for a moment, before Embos broke away. What did he want? What was his plan? Their plan? He was serious, and Vafyr was rarely serious. “What aren’t you telling me Vaf?” He was holding something back, Embos knew it. There was something in his eyes, something curious, something important. He sighed, seeming resigned. “This is big Em. This is bigger than all of us. We came to a decision the other day, that this is the only way we’ll win this war.” He looked almost scared. Embos hadn’t seen him like this before. “What war?” “The only war that matters. There is … something coming.” Vafyr’s eyes glowed with a fearful anticipation. Whatever he was talking about, whatever was coming, was inevitable. The storm picked up again, blowing wind through the hills that edged the cliff face. It rippled across the grass, sending waves of darkness across the landscape. Trees, dotted here and there, swayed and danced about to the tune of the wind. Far above, clouds sped past. They swirled into each-other and ran towards dry land. Tiny droplets of rain hit skin, like pins-and-needles prickling across Embos’ body. Everything moved, everything was dynamic, everything had so much potential. For the first time, she realised how delicate it all was. While blades of grass flickered in the weather, one could simply halt each one with their thumb and forefinger. What would happen if all of this, this beautiful chaos, just … stopped? Embos realised she had been staring into space for a while. Vafyr had let go of her. She looked to her brother, searching for … something, some sort of solace, some sort of answer. Should she let him speak? Let the traitor influence their minds? If Vaf was lying they could lose their lands, their people, and their way of life to the gods across the water. But if he was telling the truth… “Em!” an energetic voice shouted from below. The two siblings atop the cliff whipped their heads around to look. It was Pelyr, their youngest sibling. Far below, the village people were out about behind him, interested to see what was going on. They all wore brightly coloured clothes, some in dungarees, some in onesies. Pelyr, spotting Embos, called again. “Em, c’mon, the others are back!” They could lose everything. If Vaf was right, everything would just stop. Embos raised her arm, shooting him a thumbs-up. Then, turning, she began again down the cliff. Vafyr stayed behind. “Sister …” he said, and Embos turned again. “Come on.” She said, “We have much to discuss.” End of Prelude LotD_Prelude.pdf
  17. ”Yes Miss” answered Charlie as the chairwoman of Diapers corp asked her to help button up her plastic body suit covering her upper half and diaper tightly accentuating her curvy figure but giving a hint of fine firm buttocks exposing her legs and to just above her matching thigh high boots. “I my Charlie you need a change” “yes Miss it’s been a long day I just haven’t had time” “it’s ok baby tell you what take a break get one of the girls to clean you up and you and me and maybe Susan can have fun after my meeting?” “I’d like that Miss”. Hmmm another evening of pleasuring the Chair was too much for Charlie she knew her diaper would burst. She walked off down the corridor in see thru yellow plastic panties and training bra and tried to remember life before and wondered why she didn’t Miss it. Life when she was Charles and Susan's boyfriend. Charlie loved Susan but ever since she joined the Diaperss Corp she seemed distance and no longer interested in him. he knew she was trialing new vitamins and wondered if that was the reason. Then the bad news “sorry hun but I don’t love you anymore I have something more important” “another man, girl?” “I’m sorry you wouldn’t understand”. Charlie couldn’t get over it and when an opening for a contractor opened up at Pampers Corp he couldn’t help himself he somehow was successful. He spent too much time trying to get Susan's attention than to care for the 99% female staff all wearing strange revealing plastic uniforms, but she seemed high up and unreachable then an opportunity he needed to work on the computer system in the executive level. Whilst trying to work he saw Susan she was wearing a clear plastic bikini, with thigh high boots and a clear plastic waistcoat “Susan it’s me let’s talk..are you wearing a diaper?” “you shouldn’t be here” “I’m working I just wanted to talk” “I have nothing to say to you” and she walked through a door saying Restricted area! Charlie repeated this everytime he saw Susan and the third time Susan was accompanied by two tall women in black plastic suits padded around the bottom who appeared to be security “Sir desist if you want to keep your job” “I’m friends I just wanted to talk” “this is your final warning there will be consequences”! Charlie was angry, what was happening behind that door? as he was working in the security system he knew he could find a way in! He waited for his chance and quickly using the copied pass he made earlier he opened the door and entered the restricted area. What he saw was unexpected. He saw a long corridors with glass windowed rooms similar to a hospital in the first window a woman was strapped to a chair necked but for a diaper watching a video of swirling images and words with diapers flashing, the second room was a woman appearing to have her diaper changed in front of a group of other women, in the third a group of women in clear plastic panties were standing in front of another scream similar to room one but suddenly they all simultaneously soiled their panties in unison, another girl was squatting over a vibrating ball covered in electrodes. “What the hell is going on?” “We are creating a new world” Charlie jumped Susan and he two guards were right behind him “seize him” suddenly Charlie was grabbed and felt a sharp pinprick in his neck “sorry but you know too much baby” was all he heard as he felt drowsy and went dark!… “Hello Charlie” “I’m Charlie” “sure you are baby” Charlie struggled he was in a medical room strapped to a bed, bottles drips and machines were everywhere as well as two plastic suited doctors also in diapers “what the hell are you doing” “oh just a little experiment for our research” it was the chairwoman wearing a similar outfit to Susan but blue and also showing off her breasts and diaper “what is this place what are you doing” “liberating the women of the world you’ll soon understand” “your crazy let me go” “oh we will but not just yet, you see your appointment here wasn’t just lucky chance Susan here recommended you as a subject” “you see when we free womankind what do we do with the men?” Said Susan smiling. This is a test remember those trial vitamins I gave you? Well they contained a special hormone mix that’s slowly been changing your gender” “what your crazy” to his horror he realized that the gradual fattening of his thighs and the slow development of breasts were not due to a lack of exercise “oh god what gave you done to me” “oh we haven’t finished yet”! “At your leisure doctors“ “yes Miss”. Charlie awoke couldn’t remember how much time had elapsed but he remembered visiting the rooms, diapers and then Susan walked into the room. “How do you feel sweetly?” “Umm different” he wondered what had happened to his voice “stand up and look Charlie” Charlie stood up and took a few steps and saw the mirror what he saw was not Charles but an attractive woman with Charlies shortish hair, but with curved hips, firm breasts and tight stomach In nothing but an adult diaper “what have you done?” “Fixed you baby” Charles walked to the mirror inspecting his new body, he had to admit he or she was pretty “but why the diapers?” “Oh you’ll soon see now Miss wants to see you come with me”. They walked to a door at the end of the corridor into the boardroom four woman including the chair woman seated wearing see through plastic petticoats, firm breasts visible through the plastic.”hello Charlie how do we feel” “you won’t get away with this I’ll tell the world!” “Oh I see and what will you do?” “I’ll oh god what’s happening” suddenly the sound of hissing and gurgling wet farting noises filled the boardroom emanating from below Charlie’s waist! She sank to her knees feeling what and confused and unable to stop herself exploring the throbbing sensation between her legs she had never experienced before . Miss got to her feet walked over to Charlie and stroked her her as she rolled her head back arching her back her right hand down the front of her diaper her lady hand squeezing the mushy padded bottom. “You see sweetly we already have got away with it! ”we’ll it works ladies we can do it for certain cases but only the ones with the right skills, we need to work out how to control the rest of the males!”
  18. The astronaut landed on the moon. During his lunar exploration, he is abducted by the alien who looks like a human woman. The abducted astronaut is stripped of his space suit by the alien, exposing his wet diaper. In addition, he was forced to actions such as changing diapers and breastfeeding. Eventually he was released and returned to Earth, but his body could not survive without diapers.
  19. It started with me waking up late. Sarah and I were out of town. A little background: both of us are into wetting and bathroom control. We knew something like this was going to happen but didn't know who was going to be in charge. Neither of us is really into public humiliation so we came prepared with diapers that either of us could wear. Sarah stood over me in bed, holding a diaper in her hand. "You remember what we decided last night, right?" I groggily opened my eyes. Damn, I'd meant to wake up before her. I remember last night, we'd talked about how we had a busy day today, and the one who woke up later would be at the whims of the other in regards to bathroom breaks. The only rule was, when the one in charge went, the other was allowed to go. Wouldn't be a big deal except she had her morning pee and I had not. I was starting this contest already at a 6/10 while she was at 0. "You're right," I said. "I'll take that diaper now and let's get going already." She taped the diaper up tight on me and said "Remember, this is only a safety measure. Big boys don't have accidents." I replied "I know. I'll try my best." I was already not hopeful. "I might be lenient a little, but if you have too many accidents today, you're spending the rest of the trip, including the ride home, in diapers." We made our way to a little diner. Just the pouring of water into my glass gave me a twinge. Not wanting to make a scene, I texted her. "Sarah, I need to pee. Can I go pee?" She looked at her phone, and then at me, and said aloud "we just sat down. Why don't you figure out what you want for breakfast? We have a long and busy day ahead of us." I sighed. We placed our orders. Sarah made sure to remind me of proper hydration and I ended up drinking 2 glasses of water before our food came. I was dying by this point. I was at a full 10/10. She must have seen me fidgeting and shot me a stern glare. She picked up her phone and sent me a message. It read "behave yourself and I'll take you in 5 minutes." I think I made it 2 before I started to leak. 5 minutes came around and Sarah got up out of her seat and helped me up by yanking me out of the booth. The shock made me completely lose control for a good 3 seconds. No danger of leaking but I knew I was wet. She hurried me to the bathroom. Once inside she locked the door. She pulled down my pants as I struggled not to pee anymore. She looked at the diaper and shook her head in disappointment. "I know, I didn't let you have your morning pee, and that wasn't fair. But you need to tell me sooner when you need to go. We can't always just go running off to the bathroom the second you say you need to go." She pulled her pants and panties down and sat on the toilet. "I won't count this one against you, but since you've already had an accident I'm gonna go pee first." The sound of her peeing into the toilet was the last straw. As much as I tried to hold, I couldn't anymore and just emptied into the diaper. Sarah finished up, and gently caressed my cheek. "I know you tried your best. Let's do better next time, OK?" She got me into a fresh diaper, and we went out and finished breakfast. We still had a full day ahead, but her encouragement gave me hope that I might be OK the rest of the outing. (Part 1 of 3)
  20. Any DJ's and/or electronic music lovers in the group? I've been having this daydream/fantasy lately, and I wanted to share about it. My interests involve wetting and diapers, but I'm not a fan of messing, so you won't find any of that here, sorry. I went out of town for an event I'd been anxiously awaiting for months. It was a one day festival around Halloween at a large fairgrounds in a city about a hundred miles from where I live. I dressed in bell bottoms, a funky disco shirt, and an afro -wig to go as a 70's funkster. For several hours I roamed the fairgrounds checking out the various stages, enjoying the lights, and dancing. Each stage had different set-ups and sounds, and I wondered until I found the DJ I was looking to see, who was one of my favorites and the reason I chose to attend this festival. At least that was until I saw her... Diaper Bunny She was dancing and bouncing in a cute bunny costume wearing a snug diaper with bunnies on it. It was truly an adorable outfit, especially to me, yet hard to imagine someone would be audacious enough to wear in public. Being a secret diaper wearer often in private, I couldn't help but keep staring at this attractive young woman grooving to the beat in an obvious diaper for all to see. She was getting some attention from others in the crowd, either giggling at her, or trying to dance with her, and she didn't seem to care what kind of attention she was getting. She really appeared to be enjoying herself in her own little space, seemingly not a care in the world. There was another young woman and man that appeared to be her friends who were also in cute animal costumes, but neither of them were noticeably wearing a diaper, and they didn't seem to care that the bunny was. It was a costume rave after-all. I grooved and danced, popped and locked, and had hardly a care in the world myself, except that I kept coming back to watching the diaper bunny. I felt like I was being a bit creepy, and would remind myself of that often, forcing myself to look away and try to vibe to the music the DJ was playing. There was a lot of beautiful people and positive energy, and for a while I could get my mind onto just enjoying the experience. But, then I would catch myself looking back at the diaper bunny, and having dirty thoughts like, 'I wonder if she'd use them since she's wearing them.' I have enough experience wearing and wetting a diaper to know I'd be able to tell the bulge of a diaper that's been peed in, and her's obviously were still fresh and un-sodden. Part of me wanted to just go up and talk to her, but I was afraid, and feeling self-conscious about what other people might thinking of me approaching this young woman wearing a diaper in public. For years I've managed to keep my kink a secret, and I wasn't feeling ready to 'out' myself in a public gathering, no matter how lovely I was feeling in the moment. Back and forth I went from focusing on the DJ, dancing, and then glancing back over to the diaper bunny whom I couldn't get my mind off of. At some point she apparently noticed, and we locked eyes. To my disbelief she smirked and then looked away at the other girl she was dancing with. She whispered something to her friend, and then they both started walking towards me. I was petrified, and yet welling with excitement as they made their way over to me. I smiled at the diaper bunny as she approached, barely noticing her fox-costumed friend who was tagging along. Because it was so loud, she had to get really close to speak directly in my ear so I could hear her. My heart was racing a million miles a minute, as both exciting and embarrassing thoughts raced through my mind. 'Hi, I saw you looking at me from over here, do you like my costume?' she said, and then did a twirl and a skirt-less curtsy accompanied by a goofy smile. In the heat of the moment I reasoned that I didn't care what a crowd of people I didn't know and might never see again thought about me. Embarrassed or not, this was an incredible moment, and I was going to seize it. 'I think it's wonderful, and for some reason I can't seem to take my eyes off you,' I replied, rather shocked at my sincerity. 'I noticed,' she giggled, 'do you like bunnies? Or is it my diaper?' she asked. I was at a loss for words for a hot-moment, but eventually blurted out questioningly, 'both?' Her and her fox-costumed friend both chuckled at the way I said it. 'I'm Spring, and this is my friend Sarah. It's nice to meet you.' After introducing myself, Spring, the diaper bunny, asked if I wanted to hang out and dance with them for a while. I was shocked at how forward she was, and I decided right then that this opportunity to dance in public with a diapered beauty was too good to pass up, no matter what anyone there might think of me. I accepted, and they each grabbed one of my hands and pulled me into the crowd of costumed raving fanatics. That close to the stage it was impossible to talk to each other, so we just danced and grooved for what was about an hour. I did my best to dance with both of them, but Spring could tell it was her I fancied, as I still could hardly take my eyes off her. Several times she turned and grind her diapered ass against me while the music blared and lights flashed, and I was in heaven. Throughout the night we were all keeping hydrated, drinking plenty of water. I made sure to keep a full bottle on hand if anyone needed it, and they both drank plenty. Dancing, smiling, giggling, grinding, and drinking water for another hour or two, when finally they'd had enough and pulled me away from the driving beat and out into the open where there were less people and less noise and we could hear each other. I was grateful, because I could use the breather, but while I was invited to be with them I wasn't going to go anywhere on my own and possibly lose them to the crowd. This night had been one great unexpected opportunity and I wasn't going to waste it. 'That was a lot of fun, but I'm starting to get tired of the crowd,' Spring said. I agreed that I could only take so much intensity at once, and was grateful for the break. 'What do you have planned after the festival?' she asked. I hadn't made any plans yet; I figured either I'd find an after party, or If not I'd just make my way back home. I told her that I was open to suggestions, because I lived about two hours away. 'I have a house that's about ten minutes from here and Sarah and her boyfriend are coming for an after-hours chill, are you down?' Hells yeah, I thought! 'Sure, sounds good.' ...To be continued (my diaper is leaking...I know I haven't gotten to the good part yet)
  21. Can anyone help find a video? A woman is desperate to pee and has sex with a guy who's sitting on a sofa, she is vocal and visibly desperate, when she orgasms she wets herself and shouts "I'm coming and I'm peeing, I'm coming and I'm peeing". I've tried to find this video again but can't locate it. Anyone have any links? Thanks.
  22. This one is a bit of an experiment. I keep seeing people saying that you can't be a real artist/writer/etc anymore because you can get an AI to do it instead. I wondered how true that really is. So I've got a short story partly written by AI. I let it write chunks of text, as well as suggesting some events in the story. I do actually have 2 other stories I've tried to work on in this way (one that I had a detailed plan for in advance, and one started by using the AI to brainstorm), but not sure if anyone would be interested. This story is partly written by me, partly by chatGPT, and partly by sudowrite (both of which I believe use the GPT-3 language models). If anyone is particularly curious, my Patreon people have access to a document which has the prompts that I gave the AI, as well as its responses, with the parts that I added or replaced highlighted in a different colour. My conclusion is that editing this to remove continuity errors, and working out how to phrase the prompts so that it doesn't go completely off the rails, is harder than writing the words myself, but I can get through it a little quicker. I don't think it's as good as human-written text yet, but it's a pretty close thing. What do you think? Christmas Child As I woke up, I couldn't help but feel excited and curious about what the day had in store. Although it was my third year at university, this would be the first time I had spent Christmas away from my family. I had been working a part-time job and was offered a large bonus to continue working over the Christmas break, so I had decided to stay in town this year. My boyfriend, Noel, was also staying in town, and he had promised to give me a very special present. I had no idea what it could be. I couldn’t help wondering about the present as I lay there in bed. I knew that it was going to be exactly what I wanted, but that didn’t give me too many clues. There were some things I wanted that were too embarrassing to even talk about, let alone ask for, and I’d resigned myself to the fact that they could only ever be fantasies. For many of them, it was the thought of how embarrassed I would be that made them so appealing. But over the last few weeks, Noel had hypnotized me several times, saying that he could help me to tell the truth so that he could find out exactly what I wanted most. I knew now that I had told him, but had since realized that I had no idea which of my desires we had discussed and planned for. As I lay in bed, still failing to guess what my special present might be. I felt like a kid at Christmas again. I found myself guessing impossible and things like a pony, or a time machine, just like I had when I was small. And when I laughed at myself for that, it just reassured me that this was going to be the most wonderful Christmas ever. I got out of bed and looked at the presents under my little tree, all gift-wrapped and waiting to be opened. I couldn't wait to see what was inside. I was really feeling like a child again, and it was such a wonderful feeling. I finally dragged myself out of bed and put a couple of Pop-Tarts in the toaster for breakfast. They were almost done when I heard a knock at the door. It was Noel, somehow managing to look dashing despite a truly dreadful Christmas sweater and a fluffy Santa hat. Finally, my boyfriend had arrived and I couldn't wait to see what he had in store for me. "I feel like a kid at Christmas!" I said as he walked in the door. "That's exactly what I had hoped for," Noel replied with a grin. "During the hypnosis sessions, I told you that the more you act like a child, the more you'll feel like a child and experience the excitement of Christmas again. I hope you're ready for a day of fun and play." I was thrilled by this news. It was just what I needed to kickstart my holiday cheer. I served breakfast and poured a coffee for Noel, and then thought that the little kid who got so excited about Christmas probably wasn’t big enough to enjoy coffee. So I poured myself a big glass of apple juice instead. I found that it really did help me feel even more excited about the day ahead. A couple of Pop-Tarts later, we sat down to open our presents, and I couldn't wait to see what was inside. There were a dozen small gifts from friends and family, mostly little trinkets to show that they were thinking about us. I tore into the gift-wrapped packages, eager to see what everyone had sent, and even more excited as I got closer to discovering what Noel had gotten me. As I unwrapped each gift, I felt more and more like a child on Christmas morning. The biggest surprise was a pair of green and white fluffy knee socks, that seemed perfect for the winter weather. In between the gifts, we sat on the floor beside the tree and chatted about our plans for the day. Noel suggested a whole bunch of fun activities he had planned to help me feel more childlike, including making gingerbread houses, decorating cookies, and playing board games. I couldn't wait to get started. And then there was just one box left. The special gift from Noel. The one that he had assured me would lead to the most embarrassing thing we’d ever done together, if I was brave enough to look inside. I knew he was giving me a choice to back out, but when I was feeling so energetic I couldn’t wait to discover what he had got for me. The parcel was oblong, but it didn’t have the sharp edges that a cardboard box might have had. It was wrapped in shiny red paper with a big white ribbon, and I could hardly contain my excitement as I started to tear off the wrapping. I made a few guesses about what might be inside, suggesting everything from a new laptop with way too much protective packing, to a giant stuffed animal. When I picked it up and felt the weight, my first thought was a tightly-rolled new duvet. I think it was about the right size, but that would have been round. There were a couple of layers of wrapping paper, with different designs. I grew more and more excited as I ripped through each of them. By the end, I even used my teeth to attack the tape, which I hadn’t done since I really was a little kid. Under the last layer, I saw plastic wrapping with a couple of festive images on; Christmas trees, stars, and dancing baby reindeer. But that gave me no clue what was inside. I couldn’t guess, until I pulled wrapping paper away from the corner and saw a BKS logo on the pack. That was a brand I’d heard of before, but not something I had expected to receive. But as I tipped my gift out of the last piece of paper, I realized that my last guess had been correct. “Diapers?” I asked, confusion and embarrassment fighting for my attention. But then realization dawned: “This is part of making me experience Christmas like a little kid, right? If I put them on, I’ll get even more childish and excited?” “Exactly. Every childish thing you do will make you feel younger. And when you use your diapers, you’ll feel like a real baby for a few minutes. You’ll be amazed and excited by all the decorations, and the Christmas lights, even if you’re too young to understand what Christmas is about.” “I don’t think I’ll do that,” I said. Wearing diapers to feel younger was one thing, but there was no way I would be brave enough to wet myself in front of the man I adored. But I opened the pack carefully, and pulled out a diaper from one end. It was large enough for an adult woman, but printed with the same childish, christmassy design as the packaging. As I wondered if I even knew how to put one on, I saw that Noel had already produced a bottle of baby powder from somewhere. “Let me help you with that,” he said, and reached out to take the diaper out of my hand. “A little one like you doesn’t know how to change her own diapers.” I blushed, but lay back on the carpet where he directed. Noel gently tugged on my pajama bottoms, and folded them neatly in the corner. Then he carefully placed the diaper under me and began to fasten the sides. He talked to me in a gentle, soothing voice, like he would to a real baby. "There we go,” he said. “All snug and dry. You're going to have such a fun day, little one. We're going to build gingerbread houses and decorate cookies and play board games. And when you use your diaper like a good girl, I'll give you lots of hugs and kisses. Won't that be fun?" I couldn't help but giggle at the way he was talking to me. It was silly and playful, and it made me feel like a child again. I made a half-hearted attempt to reassure him that I didn’t really intend to use the diaper, but stopped myself when I realized that was still an adult thought. If I wanted to get more into the role, I needed to say it like a real child would. “I’m not gonna!” I said, decorating my face with a playful pout. “I’m gonna go potty like a big girl!” “Of course you are,” he said, barely containing a laugh. He helped me to sit up, then helped me change my pajama top for a sweater top that looked just like an awful Christmas jumper. Those fuzzy socks completed my festive baby outfit, and I was all set for the day. I couldn't wait to see all the fun activities he had planned. When I stood up again, I caught sight of my reflection in the TV screen. I looked a little silly in just a Christmas jumper, a diaper, and socks. But I looked so cute as well, and somehow none of the clothes were quite as childish as the grin on my face. I even did a twirl to get a better look at myself. I snuggled up next to him on the couch, feeling cozy and warm in my diaper. I felt so safe when he put his arm around me, like he was all I needed in the world. I couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious about how the diaper felt, both physically and emotionally. On the one hand, it was a little strange to be wearing something so childish, especially in front of Noel. On the other hand, it was also kind of fun. I had always been a little bit of a neat freak, and it was liberating to let go of that and just be a little careless. I was surprised by how much it pushed my legs apart, and made it just a little bit harder to walk. And I suspected that sooner or later, I would end up crawling instead, and that would make me feel even more childish. “How would you like to watch TV?” Noel asked, and I nodded energetically. I knew that it would be easy to find something fun to watch, especially today/ We browsed through the movie options, and I couldn't help but make childish suggestions like "The Grinch" and "Frosty the Snowman." In the end, we decided to watch “A Charlie Brown Christmas," and I found myself getting more and more into the spirit of things as the show went on. I laughed at all the silly antics of the Peanuts gang, and even found myself getting a little teary-eyed during the more emotional parts. As the cartoon neared its end, I started to realize that I needed to go to the bathroom. I moved slightly, and was immediately reminded of the bulk of the diaper. Could I use that? I quickly decided no; it was still too embarrassing to contemplate. But I’d already noticed, in my inspection of the diaper, that the tabs were hook and loop fasteners rather than sticky tape. So it should be easy enough to take the diaper off, go to the bathroom, and put it back on when I was done. I turned my attention back to the screen, knowing it would only be a few minutes before the credits rolled. "What's up, little one?" Noel asked, noticing my movements. "I need to go to the bathroom," I said, feeling a little embarrassed. "Oh? he said, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Did you know that your diaper has a special feature that might help you?" “The tabs?” I said. “I saw that on the pack. So there’s no problem using the bathroom.” “Not that. There’s a magic button, too.” He ran his fingers across one of the stars on the front of the diaper, and I felt a funny tingling. I could imagine sparkles and fairy dust swirling around it when he touched it, and I knew this must be something he’d done with the hypnosis. "Here," he said, "Press this one." I hesitated for a moment, but my curiosity had always been powerful, even when I wasn’t feeling like a little kid. I decided to go along with it. I pressed the star and felt the tingling in my tummy intensify. Suddenly, the need to pee became urgent. I had to go right away, not wait for the show to end. I couldn’t hold it another second. I tried to stand up, but before I could even make it off the couch, Noel tapped the star again. And then, it was like the dam burst. I couldn't help wetting myself, feeling the warm sensation spreading through the diaper, and all my big girl thoughts draining away. "See? It's like magic," Noel said, grinning. "Now you don't have to worry about going to the bathroom. You can just relax and enjoy being a little one." I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. I didn’t even know why I was laughing; I didn’t know what he was saying. I didn’t understand the words on the TV either, but I liked the bright colours, and the feeling of relief as I flooded my diaper. Somewhere in my mind, the words I’d heard were stored away so I could understand them later. But right in that moment I was way too young for language, or for thoughts. I was filled with joy, and laughing in a world that seemed like an incomprehensible kaleidoscope of colours interesting colours and things for me to taste. It wasn't until a few minutes later that I started to remember how to think and talk again. It was a strange feeling, like waking up from a deep sleep. I looked around and saw Noel sitting next to me, still grinning from ear to ear. "Hey there, little one," he said, ruffling my hair. "Did you have fun?" "I think I did," I said, running my finger across the stars on my diaper. I could feel the magic inside, even before I started pressing the stars. It was like when you're little and you make a wish before blowing out the candles on a birthday cake. "So," Noel said, "Just so you know, you can use the magic stars whenever you want. Today or in the future." "Of course," I said, giggling like a child. "Maybe I will. But not today." "Good girl," he said. "Now, should we get you into a fresh diaper before we do anything else?" I nodded, and he helped me off the couch, then pulled at the tapes on my diaper. As it fell away from me, I saw that it was only a little damp, and probably hadn't needed changing right away. I felt so happy then, I knew I could have changed back into my regular clothes and still been giddy until the evening. But Noel was already pulling a clean diaper out of the pack. Noel carefully laid me down on the rug and began to wrap me in fresh plastic and soft cotton, taking care to tuck it all in snugly. As he fastened the tapes I felt as if everything was right in the world. I couldn't help but smile up at him as he gave me a gentle pat on my bum. Once we were both satisfied with my diaper, Noel helped me up and we went into the kitchen for lunch. We had a light snack of fruit salad and cheese sandwiches, washed down with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. The meal was simple but delicious - just like being a kid again! Afterwards we returned to the living room, where I half expected we would watch cartoons on TV until it was time for our Christmas dinner. But instead, I saw that he'd somehow found time to unpack more stuff from his bag while I was eating. In the middle of the floor was a large plastic sheet to protect the carpet, and in the middle of it there were little pots of paint, brushes, and little pieces of coloured card. "What do you think?" Noel asked. "Does my baby girl want to try making her own Christmas decorations?" I couldn't believe my eyes. Making decorations was something I'd only dreamed of doing while I was still in diapers. Of course, I said yes and Noel started to spread out everything on the plastic sheet. He brought a bunch of toilet roll tubes from the recycling box, and we spent an hour painting them like Santa, angels, and elves. My painting was very clumsy, but he helped me do well and praised me for it. Every time I finished decorating one of the pieces he gave me a big hug and told me how clever I was. When all the decorations were finished we hung the angels on my little Christmas tree with all the tinsel and string lights. The other figures stood around the base of the tree, like they were having a party. It was so much fun seeing them all twinkle in the soft light as we sat back and looked at our handiwork. The magic that day seemed almost tangible; it felt like this happiness would never fade away. But eventually, I began to feel tired. The excitement and energy of the day was beginning to take its toll on me. Noel noticed this, and suggested that I take an afternoon nap, like a real baby. I couldn't help but agree; this had been an incredibly energetic Christmas already, and I couldn't wait to close my eyes. I didn't know if I would even be able to sleep, when I was so excited. But as Noel tucked me in he gave me a gentle kiss on the forehead, and seconds later I was drifting off into a deep sleep. * * * "Are you awake?" Noel asked. Noel's voice filled my head, and I felt like I was being gently rocked in my crib. I opened my eyes to see Noel standing over me, a big smile on his face. I couldn't help but smile back, so happy to see him again. "Are you awake?" he asked again. "Do you want to change back into a big girl?" I thought hard about it, because I was starting to feel the need to poop, and didn't want to use my diaper for that. But after a moment of consideration I realized that I could wait until after dinner. "Can I stay little a bit more?" I asked, wondering how much work he was putting into this. "If it's okay with you…" "As long as you want," he said. "My present today is the sweetest little baby to play with, so you just think about what you want." So I stayed in my diaper a little while longer, and we went down to the kitchen. There, Noel prepared a traditional Christmas dinner for us - turkey and all the trimmings. He served me carefully with one hand, as if I was still a tiny baby; he even fed me some of the food like I was too clumsy to do it myself. Here and there he gave me gentle pats on my bum whenever I did something cute or made him laugh. While I was eating, I felt the pressure building in my bladder. I knew that I could have gone in my diaper, or even used the magic stars to make it easier. But I thought that if my mind went fully baby, I might lose control of my bowels as well. So told Noel that I was okay when he asked. He must have seen me squirming a little, because when I jumped down from my chair his hand went straight to tap the star on the front of my diaper. At first, I thought it was just the same as last time. My need to pee went from pretty urgent to right-this-second, and I turned to run to the bathroom. But then I realized that I was doing a magical pee-pee dance! It was incredible; my legs were doing a little shimmy and jig without me even thinking about it. With each step, the sensations in my bladder became stronger and stronger, while the urge to dance kept me from moving towards the bathroom. I couldn't even press my legs together because the diaper was so thick. I grabbed the diaper and pressed on it, but nothing helped and a second later I felt the first spurt of pee escape into the padding, and my big-girl thoughts dissolved. I was just a baby again. I couldn't understand the words Noel said as he laughed, or anything that was going on around me, but that didn't matter. I didn't know enough to connect the warmth spreading through my diaper with the relief from my bladder, but that didn't matter. I could just let it go without another thought. I couldn't remember how to stand up either, but that didn't matter either because I was happy lying on the soft carpet, rolling around. Instincts were all I needed now. There was a feeling that meant I needed to push, and then my tummy felt a lot bigger as the poop filled the back of my diaper. I giggled again, vaguely aware that Daddy was calling me a good girl. I don't know if I was trying to roll over, or to sit up. I just joyfully waved my arms and legs in the air, and reached out towards colourful things that I didn't know anything about. After a few minutes of laughter, I felt my thoughts start to return. I wanted to hide in shame, after realizing what I had done. I tried to crawl away, but the full diaper weighed more than usual and seemed to be weighing me down. I couldn't move at all without feeling the mess squish against my skin. Noel was there in an instant, to hold me close. He kissed my hair and murmured soothing words, telling me that everything was okay. Once we reached my bed, where the changing mat was already spread out, Noel laid me gently on the bed and started taking off my diaper with careful hands. "That’s better,” he said. “Let’s get you all clean. Would you like to grow up now, or shall we keep you in diapers for a little while?” My heart fluttered and I thought about how safe I felt in his arms. But then I remembered the accident, and I shook my head firmly. "No, I want to stay in diapers," I said, my voice quavering a little. "I want to enjoy my gift all day. But... don't make me have an accident again, please?" "I won't," he said. "But sometimes accidents happen, and that's okay. I'll keep you safe, no matter what." He started to put a clean diaper back on me then, and I couldn't help but frown a little. It seemed weird that I felt completely innocent while I was lying naked in front of him, but that didn't matter. As long as he would just hold me, I could be happy whatever I was wearing. "Open your legs," he said. I did, and he slid the new diaper under me. I felt him wipe my bottom clean, and then slide it into place, between my legs. I was amazed at how soft and comfortable the diaper felt. I relaxed into the mattress, and smiled contentedly. "There we go," Noel said. "Now ickle baby won't have so much trouble going to the bathroom." I giggled. I didn't understand why going to the bathroom was so funny, but it was. "Jingle bells, jingle bells," Noel was saying. "Jingle all the way." I couldn't quite remember what he was singing, but as I heard him hum the tune I thought I remembered. I started to hum along too, then to hum a few of the words as well. I thought it was odd that I was singing a Christmas song while I was still in my pajamas, but it didn't matter. Noel stopped singing and looked down at me. I was still sitting there in my underwear, singing away, and couldn't remember why I had stopped. And then I jumped a little when I saw him. He must have heard my confusion, because he asked, "Was I singing? Oh well, never mind." He picked me up, and I couldn't help but smile as he carried me out to the living room. Noel laid me down on the couch, and arranged a warm blanket around us. We snuggled up together and watched TV for a while as I slowly started thinking like an adult again. He held my hand and pointed at things that were on the show, telling me what they were, until I knew that I was just playing along. I felt safe and loved in his arms, and the diaper was just a comfortable thing to wear. I could feel the warmth of his body, while his calming voice kept my worries away. His presence made everything feel right; all of my earlier distress vanished away until I released a contented sigh. “Was it a good Christmas gift?” he asked, as we watched the end credits of ‘Elf’ scrolling past. “The best,” I said. “I love you. And before you ask, I want to let you know that I'm happy to be your baby any time you want." We carried on watching Christmas movies, just because neither of us wanted to move. It wasn't long before I was grown up enough that he felt it was okay to kiss me in the quiet moments. The sun was well below the horizon when the next movie ended, and the only lights visible outside the window were the reds and blues of my neighbours’ Christmas decorations. I smiled softly at Noel, who had fallen asleep with his head on my shoulder. He looked so content with me in his arms, just as I felt with him. I shifted position slightly, and he murmured. I knew there was no way I would be able to get up without waking him, but he looked so peaceful right then. And really, I didn’t want to move. I was still just a little embarrassed, but I didn’t want to let anything spoil this moment. I looked down at my diaper, and traced the edge of the star with my fingertips. Then I smiled, and pressed the magic button one more time.
  23. *NOTES: Hello everybody! I just want to start off by saying that this is my first try at writing any form of a fictional story. The original inspiration for the setting is basically a hogwarts like magic school. So there might end up being some similarities later down the road. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy the first part and I would LOVE to hear suggestions. What could I do better when it comes to writing? Am I writing too much? Not enough? I hope to improve over time and need feedback in order to do so. Thank you!* The morning bell rang all throughout the campus as new and returning students alike gave their parents one last hug goodbye before they would make their way to the dorms that they would be living in for the next school year. Parent’s eyes would begin to fill with tears as they watched their children walk through the magical universities' large stone and metal gates. The sounds of large backpacks ruffling, students chatting, footsteps stomping on stone paths, and even the unfortunate sounds of glass shattering as students would drop their potion sets after carrying more than they could handle in one trip would fill the air all within the stone walls of the large campus. Most of the students at this institute for the magically gifted were of college age, ranging from 18 to 22 years old. Hina was on the younger side as she was an incoming freshman at 18 years old. As Hina walked across campus she desperately looked for her dorm building. “Goldeer, no… Dragoon, no… Grayscale, no… Exaltier, no…” With her arms full of many different school supplies and a sack full of dorm room decorations tied around her back, Hina had finally noticed a sign over the front door of one of the dorm buildings. “Ah! There it is.” Hina said to herself. “Dorm Eaglen.” She quickly dodged the bustling crowd of other students as she made her way towards the building’s front door. As she arrived at the door, she noticed that it didn't have a handle on it, though to Hina, this was nothing odd. Thanks to magic, special security systems were created, allowing the door to automatically open only to those who happen to be verified in the system. Since Hina was registered to live in the building, it opened as she took another step closer. As she entered the building, the door also automatically closed behind her. The noise of the bustling crowd from outside quickly faded away as she was finally able to catch her breath once inside. Though, not much later, Hina heard a voice to her right. She quickly turned her head and saw another girl who couldn't have been much older than her. This girl had bright green eyes, silky blonde hair, and an overall sparkling and bubbly look to her. “Oh, hello! You must be Hina. Hina Aurora, if i'm not mistaken?” The blonde girl said. Hina, hesitant to respond at first, spoke up after taking a deep breath in. “Y- Yes. that's me.” She practically forced a smile as she raised her eyebrows, waiting for the blonde girl to respond back. “Perfect! I was waiting for you. You're the last to arrive here, I am meant to show you to your room!” Hina looked a bit confused as she wasn't expecting a guide. “I’m sorry, who are you again?” The blonde girl suddenly blushed a bit red as she started to stumble on her words. “Ah- I apologize, silly me, where are my manners. My name is Ellie. I am the RA here in the Eaglen building.” Ellie said. Hina began to feel a bit embarrassed as she just raised her voice to her superior. “Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, I had no clue you were waiting here for me. I apologize for being late since I am the last to arrive.” Ellie began to walk down a hallway and lead Hina up a flight of stairs. “That's alright! We always have a few late students, it's nothing I wasn't ready for.” The two girls walked together down the hallway of the third, and top floor of the building. As they walked though, Hina began to feel pressure quickly build up in her bladder. She started to realize that the final bottle of water that she drank before saying goodbye to her parents had finally caught up to her. With this feeling of desperation in the back of her mind, all Hina could think about was what was packed up inside of her bag. While it seemed like a normal bag on the outside, thanks to magic created by her parents, the bag was able to carry a lot more than what would seem possible. Think of it like Mary Poppins magic bag. Though, it was what was buried deep inside of that bag that worried Hina. As a kid growing up, Hina excelled in many things. Sports, magic, reading and writing were all her strong suits. One thing that she was never able to overcome though was, to put it bluntly, potty training. All throughout her early childhood and into her teenage years, Hina struggled when it came to holding in her bladder. This was especially prevalent during the nighttime while she was asleep. While it has gotten better over the years, Hina still has accidents from time to time. And in order to combat this problem, her parents started to put her in what she likes to simply call “protection.” Now 18 years old, Hina uses many different forms of protection in order to keep herself dry, ranging from light pull-ups to heavy duty adult diapers. Wearing this padded protection has almost become second nature to Hina, even though she can still be visibly embarrassed about it. Wanting to make sure none of her fellow students found out about her little secret, she made sure to stuff her “protection supplies” deep down in her bag. Hina and Ellie eventually made it to Hina’s dorm room. “Thank god!” Hina thought to herself. Every step that they took brought her closer to having a full fledged accident right in front of her RA that she just met. “Here we are, room 322.” Ellie said as she unlocked the door for Hina. Ellie looked into the room and made a quick frown before looking back at Hina. “It seems like your roommate isn't here right now… Anyway, I'll leave you to the room and let you unpack and all of that jazz.” “Thank you.” Hina said as she then watched Ellie make her way back towards the door leading to the flight of stairs. Once Ellie was far enough away, Hina quickly dashed into her room and locked the door behind her. “Oh god oh god oh god-” Hina spoke out loud to herself as she was now on the verge of leaking. She would cross her legs together tightly as she struggled to open her bag. Leaned up against her bed, Hina ruffled through what felt like her never ending bag. “No time to find the bathroom, I need one of these now!” As she struggled to find a fresh diaper from her magic bag, Hina began to lose control. She felt a few dribbles of pee leak out and dampen her panties underneath her skirt. After struggling for a little while longer, she finally pulled out one of her heavy duty adult diapers. “Probably a waste using this, but that's all I could find.” She said to herself as she proceeded to remove her panties, now with a visible wet patch on them. Thankfully, she was wearing the school’s uniform skirt, allowing her to easily put the diaper on. After tightening the tapes around her waist, she lifted her skirt up in order to make sure the diaper was tightly secured on her. A sigh of relief left Hina’s mouth as she was able to put her protection on just in time. Not long after, Hina felt a familiar feeling fill around her private parts. Paired with the hissing sound that started to fill the dorm room, Hina began to soak her diaper. She placed a hand on the front of her padding as it began to warm up. Hina would also look down and notice the bright white diaper quickly turn into a familiar yellowish color. “Wow- I really must have drank a lot…” She said out loud to herself as she continued to fill the diaper. Though, halfway through relieving herself, Hina heard the last thing she wanted to hear at a time like this. Coming from the door to the dorm room, she heard the creaking sound of the door slowly opening.
  24. How can you download private videos from Thisvid if I am friends with that person and can see their videos? The sites I use to download videos only work for the public videos now but I think I used to be able to download private videos if they were playing in the browser but I can't anymore. Does anyone know how to download private videos from Thisvid?
  25. This is my first work as well as my first post on this forum. It's the tale of a young man who gets abducted and indoctrinated by a diaper obsessed cult. I'm posting up the first 2 chapters together because the first chapter contains no fetish content. The following chapters will contain lots of messing and other pervy diaper stuff if you're into that! This story contains our protagonist getting drugged and abducted as well as the aforementioned cult and a lot of non consensual stuff, so please consider this a trigger warning. I truly hope you enjoy! Chapter 1 The club was alive. Music blasted from the speakers as the people gathered on the dance floor. Moving,gyrating and swaying in a delightful orgy of sound and sensation. The lights were low, smoke snaked in from below as lasers cut through the dense air as the people in-between mingled in a soiree of sweat and sensuality. Away from all of this. Ash sat at the bar, isolated from the delights of the flesh being experienced mere metres away. This was his usual routine; Every weekend Ash would be in attendance, not for the drinking, nor for the music and most certainly not for the dancing. No,not for much fun at all. There was just one reason Ash would attend a place he loathed such as this one. Women The advice he was given by his (internet) friends was such: “Go to clubs and meet women there with any luck, you’ll hit it off with a girl and maybe even get lucky”. Such luck had eluded Ash, and had been for some time now, to the dismay of Ash. Dismay that was rapidly approaching despair. Ash checked the time on his phone and wondered if he would have any real free time before bed that night, because this seemed like as much work as his actual job. He looked around the sparse bar to spot any potential marks like a rodent sniffing for forgotten and discarded scraps of food. To his absolute lack of surprise, no one caught his eye, anyone that Ash considered worth his effort were already partnered up or out on the dance floor; Which to Ash,may as well have been an irradiated exclusion zone. In his eyes, Ash lacked the dance skills nor the looks to be accepted as anyone more than a solitary loser up there. Pulling the strings of this theatre of self pity was his own crippling lack of confidence. A cruel and sneering master that had enslaved Ash for time now beyond memory. Ash himself was not particularly bad looking.He clocked a modest height of about 5’11, His slim and toned body portrayed some amount of discipline in physical fitness (not for his own sake, more in the hopes of attracting a partner) his facial features were soft and almost feminine. Exacerbating this apparent femininity was his charcoal black hair that fell to his shoulders. His friends often joked that he should just give up and become a woman himself. “If you can't beat ‘em ‘join em” they smirked and chided. Cackling even more when Ash fell for their taunts like a dumb woodland animal stepping right into a poacher’s snare. Ash would be lying if he said that thought hadn’t crossed his mind in earnest at least once or twice. The issue was that any and all good looks were wasted on a person so out of love with themselves. The culprits to this crime had to have been the lack of love and affection Ash needed in his childhood, Ash reasoned.That and his own shyness of course. “Mommy issues” had been a common issue and running joke among Ash’s smattering of online buddies, many of which were in the same boat as him; Some had already fallen overboard into the comically uncaring waters below and seemingly none had reached dry land. Ash sucked down the rest of his gin and tonic as he silently resigned himself to another night of viewing digital girls through the portal of his computer screen,snatching up hollow digital pleasure all the while. Just as he decided to leave his perch, he spied an intriguing sight. An absolutely stunning woman just across the bar. This woman was mature and experienced in all the ways Ash was not, and it was clear at just a glance. Her delicate poise and sculpted face portrayed an erotic elegance. This revelation struck Ash like lightning, but like lightning it faded in an instant. “Out of my league” Ash reassured himself,somehow thinking it would stop the pain of preemptive rejection like a magic bullet. It didn’t. Ash was about to make his escape when the eyes of this enticing stranger met his own ogling stare. Ash, in this moment, thought about how nice it would be to simply stop existing. It was at this point that the unthinkable happened and the woman started stalking towards Ash, making him feel like prey, and easy prey at that. As the beguiling woman drew closer, Ash started to feel the tell tale signs of his performance anxiety drawing closer simultaneously. His heart pounded at his chest, practically feeling as if it were trying to escape his body. As his lips became more dry, the rest of his body became more glistened with sweat. He truly hoped this woman hadn’t already noticed this apocalyptic display of anxiety that was currently gripping Ash and squeezing him ever more tight with each passing second and each inch being closed between the approaching woman and Ash. Just as he prepared for his thundering heart to launch out his chest and beeline directly towards the woman like some grotesque biological defence mechanism, she was already standing before him. Without delay she cut through the tension with her keenly sharp tongue. “Good evening sweetheart, are you enjoying your night?” At this point she had not even sat down, forcing Ash to crane his neck up to meet her gaze. The imbalance of power was already plain to see; with Ash still in a seated position,this woman towered over him, herself looking down on him in the way someone would address a child or pet. Furthering this clear chasm in social standing was the fact that Ash could now examine this woman up close. Her hair was black like his own,the difference between them though, was that this woman’s hair was beautifully kept, it glistened and shimmered even in the dimness of their surroundings, it fell from her scalp in beautiful waves that swayed and danced with each subtle movement of her head. The shade was darker too. An enigmatic black that seemed to hungrily absorb all the light that surrounded it like a endless void, gently lightening and finally ending in ashen grey tips. Her keen eyes conveyed a mesmerising mixture of kindness and affection but also a sharp intellect and finally an air of raw predatory danger. Ash believed eyes like hers could see through any shabby facade he would be able to construct. Her eyeliner formed sharp wings that made her look like a revered pharaoh and the ruby red lipstick on her poised lips made it look like she was ready to devour Ash at any given moment. Above all of this, above her botticellian picture of beauty was her scent. Her enticing, intoxicating scent. It radiated from her body and slipped into Ash’s nostrils like a silent intruder, the scent itself was an indescribable aroma of both sweet and savoury, a lingering nose that was almost addictive in the pleasure it provided in whoever it was bewitching. As it silently streaked through ash’s senses. It almost seemed to make the basic function of thinking more laborious for Ash. The aroma seemed to slip betweens Ash’s neurons and axons, holding up signals and making just thinking basic thoughts an uphill struggle for Ash’s already hampered brain. A sickly sweet but ever so pleasurable mist had seeped into Ash’s mind like a potent neurotoxin taking the form of a deliciously dangerous drug. Ash had now realised the time since her question was ticking away and Ash had not even begun to think of a cogent response, even for such a trivially basic question. “Uh… yeah” the words lazily tumbled out his mouth like vomit, and was about as much value. “My name is Ash.” he continued, not managing to stem the flow and sounding like a preschooler introducing himself on the first day in the process. “Um… and you?” he finally ceased. The woman looked at him quizzically for a moment before a devious grin spread across her face like a wildfire spreading through a field of dry grass. She took a moment to sit down on the stool adjacent to Ash. a slight crinkling noise emerged from her at his point. A noise Ash had dismissed as a hallucination being produced by his now fevered brain. “Astrid” she simply uttered before reaching out her hand towards Ash in a gesture of peace, frowning slightly as Ash didn’t return the favour. Clearly the prospect of making skin contact with this woman was enough to cause a short circuit in his brain, which at this point was nearing catastrophic collapse. Ash, now scrambling inside his head to manage a response that was at all relevant, came out swinging. “Oh cool… So what brings you to this place?” He tried his best. The woman was now unable to contain her giggles as she reposed: “Oh that’s easy. I just love preying on young, vulnerable men such as yourself!” She grinned. The adrenaline response now started to well up within Ash’s body after hearing that last terror inducing remark. Ash would, of course, be picking flight in this situation. Just before Ash could manage a dash for the nearest door, window, security guard or parental figure; Astrid’s grin broke loose into bemused laughter. “You should see your face right now, idiot!” she cackled, wiping away a tear. Ash truly didn’t appreciate the cruel trick he had just fallen victim to, even if he did feel a modicum of pride at making a beautiful woman laugh, however indirectly. “I’m just here on a night out with some friends.” Astrid explained, gesturing towards a heaving swarm of people. “And I thought I would come speak to this cutie I spotted from across the bar.” This last remark made Ash awash with warm, fuzzy feelings, washing away the heart gripping fear that he was feeling mere moments before. “What are you drinking, my sweet?” Astrid asked gently, as if she was posing the question to a toddler. “Oh… gin and tonic.” Ash quietly responded, sounding ashamed of his answer. Once again, Astrid giggled. “And here I was thinking you just looked like a girly boy!” The shame burrowed deeper into Ash’s psyche like a parasitic wasp. Astrid gestured to the bartender. “Two gin and tonics please!” From her voice, it sounded like Astrid was used to giving orders. The drinks were delivered to Astrid and her quivering companion and a cheers was shared between the two. Astrid put down her drink and shepherded Ash’s attention off his own and onto the crowd of dancing party goers. “So why aren’t you up there enjoying yourself with everyone else?”She asked, pointedly. “Oh, I guess I’m not very good at dancing. Why aren’t you either?” Ash deflected. Astrid ignored his probing, seeming slightly perturbed. “Most of the people up there aren’t very good dancers either. Are you sure you aren’t just too afraid, sweetheart?” Astrid's words cut right into the core of Ash’s ego; leaving him, and it, completely deflated. Ash didn’t know what to say back to such a cutting remark, falling back into his comfortable habit of stammering before looking down at his drink. Astrid looked directly into Ash’s crestfallen eyes before taking a large swig of her own drink. Ash’s subconscious demanded that he keep pace, forcing him to obey and take a similarly large gulp.It was at this point that Ash’s recollection of the night became a haze of deteriorated memories. Memories still fresh but seeming like cobbled and half remembered recollections from decades passed. Distinct flashes surfaced such as leaving the bar, being ushered into a car and falling into a deep, restful slumber. Ash was headed somewhere. Chapter 2 Ash drifted out of his sweet coma and into the unkind reality that awaited him in the waking world. He tried to stretch his limbs but realised very quickly that it was an impossibility. This was the first of his realisations in this moment of discovery. Shortly after was the realisation that, like in the bar he was seated, but very unlike his time in the bar, was that his arms, legs and wrists were bound with black leather fastenings. His next realisation was that, bar his lucky underwear, he was completely naked. This was concerning for reasons that need not be explored deeply. And his final realisation was that Astrid was standing before him, donning her now trademark grin, now carrying a more malicious aura even though her eyes still portrayed a caring,calming gaze. After these realisations, each more daunting than the last, ceased crashing against Ash’s mind like roaring ocean waves battering a low lying coastal village, he started examining his surroundings more closely. First he checked his now naked body. The advantage of being naked is the ease of checking for any hastily stitched surgery scars. Looking up and down his goose bump marked form, he couldn't find any; It seemed like organ harvesting wasn’t on the agenda. Yet. He next began to examine the room in which he unwillingly found himself. It seems surprisingly clean and almost ornate for what could very well be a murder dungeon. The floors were lined neatly with white stone tiles, while the walls were painted in a pleasing neutral blue, intercut with white stripes. Despite the harrowing situation he now found himself in, Ash felt the calming influence of the room slightly soothe him. This seemed like the intention of the design now making itself known. The room was sparse, a few potted plants added to the atmosphere, but the only furniture apart from Ash’s throne of confinement was a sink and countertop. On the countertop were several bottles, looking to be toiletries but Ash could not be sure at this distance. Ash, now not seeing another option, decided to follow his first instinct. Scream. “HELP! OH GOD SOMEBODY HELP ME PLEASE!” he cried, becoming red in the face as he simultaneously yelped and tried to wriggle out his bindings. The bonds proved far too . tight to be loosened by Ash’s petty struggling. He continued to cry out to anyone that may hear him, at first coherently and soon incoherently. Tears streamed down his bright red face as his voice quivered and soon gave in to silence. He looked up, pitifully at Astrid. Her gaze now met his and was overflowing with gleeful malice. “I hope you’re finished with your little tantrum, sweetheart” she smirked before continuing. “Because I can assure you that absolutely no help is coming, little one.” This matter of fact truthfulness along with the pure condescension of her tone send shockwaves of fear and helplessness through Ash’s quaking body. Tears streamed down his face as his defiant cries became whimpering sobs on the turn of a dime. At this point, all this stress and fear had proven too much for Ash’s body to handle. A dreadful blend of the helpless terror he was experiencing, an excess of drink the night before and Astrid’s torment caused the poor boy’s bladder muscles to relapse completely. A hot and fast flowing stream of urine forced its way out of Ash’s penis and into the fabric of his, now unlucky, underwear. Of course the fabric could hold very little of the shameful piss still flowing from Ash as it began to completely soak, first at the front but soon trickling downwards into the waiting leather of the char. The waterproof leather rejected the pee and a puddle formed around Ash’s ass, soaking the seat of his very unlucky underwear. Once the humiliating puddle had reached maximum capacity within the indentation made by Ash’s ass against the chair, it broke its banks, as all overflowing rivers do. The still warm pee ran down the legs. Not just the legs of the chair, but the legs of Ash. The urine ran down his thighs and down his legs, forming another puddle at his feet, now frozen stiff so as to not splash around in his own shameful piss puddle. As his flow mercifully tapered off, the rapidly cooling piss flowed through the seams of the floor tiles and met the also bare feet of astrid, she didn’t make an attempt to move from it’s trajectory. Ash’s eyes moved from her feet, up her voluptuous legs and stooped at her chest, he couldn't bear to meet her eyes after such an infantile display. He finally raised his view to her face, he expected a piercing look of disgust,or perhaps another fit of mocking laughter but received something entirely different. Astrid's eyes were once again signalling absolute kindness and even a glimmer of pride and a genuine smile held steadfast on her face. A smile of angelic serenity. She softly spoke: “That’s right my sweet boy, let it all out for me.” she spoke in a calm half-whisper as if she were a mother soothing her baby. Ash was deeply confused, in his childhood, a potty training infraction such as this one would result in a rough spanking, but Astrid conveyed no anger, just empathy. Ash still felt deeply fearful about his predicament but the soothing serenity of Astrid was calming his nerves. Upon closer examination, Astrid was no longer wearing the elegant black slit dress that she donned the previous night, now wearing a black pinafore dress with a loose flowing skirt over a simple white shirt. What was truly surprising was what Astrid was wearing underneath her dress. The skirt was cut low enough to see her bulky, fluffy diaper peeking out from underneath, it showed some signs of usage, some the flower designs on the front had faded slightly, the padding here looking markedly more soggy and yellow than the rest. Ash was now truly confused. Who was Astrid, really? And what kind of place had he been brought to? The bewilderment on Ash’s face was now plain to see, Astrid took the initiative and began to explain herself. “I bet you’re wondering just where you are right now” she began. And I bet you’re wondering even more about my diapers!” she continued. Ash, in a state of shock too great to even speak, simply nodded. “Let me explain. We all exist here within this community away from the judgemental eye of larger society and we live happily in accordance with the wishes of the matriarch.” she explained, carefully to Ash. It was a way of speaking slowly and carefully enough to make Ash suspect his intelligence was being insulted on purpose. Even with such an explanation, it was hard for Ash to make sense of it. He spoke truthfully about the thought that had first crossed his mind. “Like a cult?” he inquired, his voice quivering all the while as he had no idea as to what kind of reaction this may have provoked. “What a horrible word to describe our ideals.” Astrid scornfully replied. Just hearing the word was enough to make her grimace in disgust. “We simply wish to live a life here that is free from judgement and rich with long lasting peace. In a way that is pleasing to our matriarch.” She clarified. “And who’s the matriarch?” Ash asked, almost afraid to hear the answer, as their very title inspired a feeling of dread deep within him. “You will meet her yourself when she decides you are worth being blessed with her presence. For now, she has assigned me as your mommy, and I will ensure her wishes are granted” Astrid ominously intoned. A look of pure serenity now on her face as her thoughts were set on this ‘matriarch’. Ash would have psychically taken aback by Astrid’s declaration, if not for the bonds still locking him into place. “M… my mommy?” Ash just barely choked out, his heart beat whipping into a frenzied drum beat once more. “That’s right, little one! From now on, I’ll be looking after you while you find your place in our happy little community.” Astrid beamed with joy at Ash, clearly ecstatic to begin her work as Ash’s caretaker. “I’ll be keeping a watchful eye on you at all times, so be on your best behaviour and always listen to what your mommy says and you’ll be so happy with us!” The deep wrongness of her words juxtaposed with the great joy in the way she spoke them. Ash had never been more fearful in his entire existence. If Astrid meant what she said and what she spoke of was true… Then there may have been no way out for Ash at all. One last question departed Ash’s lips: “And the diapers?” “A symbol of our Matriarch's divine will, we all use them as required by her… And very soon, you will too.” Briefly. Ash’s flurrying heart stopped still.
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