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  1. My Life as a Diaper Slave at Disney – 2 By: Heather23 Edited by: DaddyRich Chapter 2 - A trip to Disney World Chris and I needed to get away, and we chose a trip to Florida and the Magic Kingdom as our destination. Chris's imagination never ceases to amaze me and this trip would be no different. Soon after we checked into the hotel, I got into one of my "pissy" moods and was yapping at Chris for stupid little stuff. The kind of stuff that wives are known for and men hate. Chris does not normally tolerate this behavior from me, but let it go. I should have known better when all I got was his stern look. Usually he takes me over his knee and gives me a spanking, but didn't do that this time. We decided to set off for a day at the Magic Kingdom and take in a few rides. Chris is usually very specific about what he wants me to wear, so I didn't suspect anything when he laid my clothes out for the day. He selected some panties that remind me of something a little girl would wear. They were cotton had had little cartoon characters. Nothing surprises me with Chris (almost nothing) and I put on the panties. Next, I put on my jeans, tee-shirt, and a pair of sandals that Chris presented me. He told me not to wear a bra, but I am not that huge on top and sometimes go braless. We were set to depart, well almost. Then something strange happened. Chris said, "Kim, you have been a bit bitchy today and that is not how my best little girl behaves, is it?" I answered, " no, I am sorry." "Well, Kimberly, I must say that I want to take a minor precaution so that you don't get bitchy again." I quickly responded, "What, are you going to make me do, wear a stupid diaper again...woo I'm scarred!" (I love to provoke him). "No diapers yet, but you are going to wish you had a diaper on!" (I was thinking...this can't be good.) Chris went over to the suitcase and pulled out a belt that I hadn't seen before. In all ways, it looked like a typical belt except that it was exceptionally wide. "Are you going to spank me with that big, bad belt," I said in my most teasing voice. "Nope, but you are going to wear it." With that said, Chris proceeded to put the belt through the oversized loops of my jeans, but didn't fasten it. He opened the front of my jeans, zipped down my zipper, and left me standing there as he walked across the room to get something. I couldn't really see what he had in his hand, but he put it under the pillow that was lying next to me on the bed. Chris said, "I need to blindfold you, but only for a brief moment." I didn't ask questions, but I must admit I was intrigued as Chris took charge. He wrapped a small towel around my head and checked it to make sure I couldn't see. I was temporary without sight and this made me all the more curious to know what Chris was going to do next. I actually felt a little moist between my legs, which happens when Chris starts taking charge or talking to me in a dominating tone. What I felt Chris do next is hard to explain, other than to say that he put something down the front of my jeans and tucked it inside the front of my little girl panties. It felt warm, and it felt like it was a small balloon filled with liquid. He proceeded to work this flexible object between my legs. It rested on my most intimate place and continued down between my legs. I am sure he could feel my natural wetness with his hand as he put the object in place. I wanted to remove the blindfold to see what was going on, but I knew better. With the strange, balloon-like object now resting inside my jeans and between my legs, he slowly pulled up the zipper to my pants and refastened my jeans. I still could not see as Chris secured the new belt around my waist. What happened next I didn't fully expect. As Chris pulled the belt and tightened it around my waist, there was a clicking sound with each small tug. Chris took his time and was very deliberate. I felt the belt was tight, but Chris pulled it one more time for good measure and there was a final click. He took off my blindfold . I looked down and nothing looked too much out of the ordinary, except for a small string that came out from under my jeans and over the top of my belt. The string had a very small metal ring attached to the end and the excess length of the string made it dangle between my legs. I moved my legs slightly to try and determine what Chris placed between my legs. It felt like there was a warm, melted ice bag between my legs resting inside my panties. I reached out over my jeans and touched the intruder. It felt squishy as I imagined. My guess was that whatever was between my legs, would not draw attention because it fit so perfectly and formed to my body. It wasn't uncomfortable. But what was it and what in the world did Chris have in mind? OK Chris, "What have you done to me?" "Kim, I think you are going to find today very interesting." "You know that you have been bitchy, and you know that I won't tolerate this behavior from you." "I have taken measures to control you during our day at Disney." "I told you that you were going to wish you were wearing a diaper and I think you will find that to be true." "You see Kim, I have taken measures so that I can make it appear that you have wet your pants anytime, that I choose." "You have a small bag of fluid resting between your legs that I purchased at a hospital supply store." "The bag can be opened with a slight tug of the string." "Yep, the string you are staring at and which is swinging between your legs." "Don't worry, the bag is strong and will not open UNLESS, you misbehave, and I must pull the string." "Once the string is pulled, it will feel much like you are filling a diaper with your pee, except you are not wearing a diaper, are you?" "If I pull the string, it will release the contents of the bag slowly into your panties." "My guess is that you will find it pretty embarrassing to have a wet spot grow in front of your jeans." "I can only imagine your fright and humiliation as people stare at you as the wetness moves down the inside of your pants and forms that all familiar pattern that screams - She just wet her pants!" "No!" "You wouldn't do that to me!" "Besides, I will just remove this stupid thing between my legs whenever I want!" "Oh, really?" "Kim, if you think it is that easy then give it a try." "Open your jeans." With that, I reached down and tried to open the new belt around my waist. The clicking I heard earlier was obviously a locking mechanism. (Where does Chris buy these things?) Bottom-line, my jeans were locked around my waist, and they were not coming off of me unless Chris released me. If next tried to reach for my front zipper on my jeans, but it was located well under my wide belt and inaccessible with the belt locked in place. Chris reached out and took the ring that was dangling between my legs. I tried to pull away from Chris, but he warned me that any sudden action on my part could "accidentally" trigger the contents in the bag to release in my pants if the string got pulled too hard. Chris smiled, and I knew that he truly found yet another way to control me. He said, "Kimberly, be careful not to wet yourself." "That could really ruin your day." Playfully, I pounded on his chest with my fists, but I knew that I was under his control. "Well Kim, it is time to explore Disney." "Before we leave, there are some ground rules." "You will only speak if allowed." "You will call me Master if I allow you to address me." "You will follow every command no matter what I say and try to please me at all times." "Your bitchy behavior will NOT be tolerated." "If at anytime I am not pleased with your behavior I will simply pull this little string." "Trust me, I won't let go of your little string-leash and I won't tolerate any poor behavior out of you." "You best stay close to my side." "Finally, pick up your diaper bag we packed just in case it is needed." "Can I ask a question, Master?" "You have my permission Baby Kim." "What is in the plastic bag between my legs?" "Since you asked politely, I will tell you." "The bag contains a mixture of warm water and my pee." "If you misbehave and force me to release its contents, you will wet yourself with my pee." "I will then take you into the "family" restroom and change you into a diaper and new clothes for the rest of the day." "Understood?" "Yes, Master, I understand." With that I was directed out the door for a day in the park. To be continued…..
  2. Greetings all. I have the opening chapter for a new story here today. I know this is the omutsu forum and this technically doesn't have any diapers in it yet, but it will don't worry. More to come and hopefully you won't have to wait more than a year for it this time. Prologue If Darien had to place the time in his life that things really started to go off the rails, it was probably when he got possessed by that demon. Oh sure, dabbling in forbidden arcane magics seems like a fun idea in theory, but having your soul forcibly ripped from your body as a foreign invader settles in to take its place really puts a damper on things. Yeah, he was dying all right. Well worse than dying, actually. His immortal soul was being shredded to infinity right out from under him and whenever he managed to recover from that, if he did recover, he’d probably spend eternity damned to the lowest level of hell for the trouble. What a way to start the week. At least he could entertain himself through eternal damnation with the thought that the demon walking around in his skin would probably be just as unpopular as he had been. If only he could have gotten Karin to notice him just once. Oh well, that’s life. These lingering thoughts from Darien were the first things that the demon felt upon entering the body. He found that all the human’s memories were still there perfectly intact, as though he had been Darien himself this whole time. He was Darien. But he was also a powerful Lord of Chaos from another plane of existence. It was a strange feeling to be both at once. He felt a small pang of guilt at having effectively killed the young man who’s memories he now had, but it passed quickly. He had goals and aspirations before for things like world domination or the like. These quickly faded into the background as his demon mind grappled with his new teenage boy’s body. He had all the power in the universe but he couldn’t get over the single overpowering emotion he felt at that exact moment: horny. He had no idea who this Karin girl was, owing to the fact that Darien had barely known her, but she was hot, he was certain of that. He was having some very dark thoughts about what he’d like to do to her. Darien had apparently been quite the pervert, having some very particular abnormal desires. And now, being mostly demon, he suddenly had the power to act on them. This was going to be fun. Chapter 1 - Fun For the Whole Family Darien drew the complex symbol in the air with the speed and proficiency of one with his eons of experience. He was just Darien now. He no longer thought of himself as a demon inhabiting Darien’s body. He retained all the knowledge and power of the demon, but Darien’s had come out on top as the dominant personality with the rest fading into subconscious. Life was funny like that. It had been a few weeks since his successful summoning ritual. He’d quietly disposed of his parents and anybody who might come asking questions. He didn’t like the complications, his plans would go much smoother if he lived alone with no one to answer to. He continued to draw the spell that would make his home unknowable to anyone he didn’t invite to it. It essentially erased the place’s existence from the consciousness of anyone he didn’t want. When it was complete, the symbol lit up and a small explosion of power was released, then it faded away. He had been attending school as normal, fantasizing and planning what he was going to do to Karin and how he would go about getting away with it. He managed to keep his desires in check by masturbating frequently, but with the power he knew he had now it was hard not to just rush in and go crazy. Part of him still wanted to, but he wasn’t completely omnipotent. Spells took time to craft and put into place, and if he tried to do too much too quickly he could easily get into trouble. If he didn’t want to face criminal charges or some other retaliation he needed to make sure he had full and complete control of the situation first. Plus, he had to admit, there was a thrill that ran through him at the idea of slowly taking control of her life. The instant gratification that might come from simply raping her outright would pale in comparison to the slow build up of watching as her world comes crashing down around on her. The inevitability of a steady march toward madness, and the pleasure of tormenting her until she breaks, gives up and gives in willingly to everything he has planned for her. The climax of the moment when her will is finally destroyed and she realizes she has no control will be infinitely more powerful than any mere physical torments he might subject her to. All this meant he probably needed to start in her home, with her family life. He needed to make sure he had full control of any family she had waiting for her, so there would be no moral support for her when he eventually struck. Only problem was, he knew next to nothing about her. He didn’t know if she had any siblings or anything about her home life at all. She was literally just a pretty girl from one of his classes and his crush was nothing more than a physical infatuation. The demon probably would have found this to be pathetic behavior, but Darien was in charge now and he decided what to do with their powers. He needed to find out more about her, talk to her. Unfortunately while Darien had inherited all the powers of a demon, the demon had also gotten all the insecurities of a boy who didn’t know how to talk to girls. He had to almost forcibly shut off that irrational part of his brain and let just a little bit of the 5 billion year old Dreadlord take over. He realized quickly that Mr. Dread didn’t have much experience talking to girls either, and gave up feeling confident. Eventually he cheated and peaked through the astral plane directly into her home, spending the rest of the day spying on it. He found there that she had a younger sister around middle school aged, and they spent most of their time at home alone as their mother worked. There didn’t seem to be any father in the picture, but that seemed all the better. Three women, three targets to ravish with his otherworldly abilities, and there was no one else to get in the way. He decided it’d be best to start with the youngest. At school the next day, Darien left his homeroom in a hurry. He had kept his third eye on the younger sister to figure out where she went to school. It wasn’t far, and a few quick runes would allow him to leap there instantly anyway, so he’d decided to pay a visit during lunch. He found a secluded hallway and made the gate in the air. It made a small tear in the fabric of reality that opened up on the rooftop of the other school building. He stepped through and immediately started sending mental projections to the younger sister. Come to the roof, an old friend is waiting for you there. The projection was vague enough that she probably wouldn’t question it until she was already on the roof. By then it’d be too late for her. A few minutes passed, and finally the knob on the stairway access rattled. Remembering that most rooftops like this are emergency access only and are usually locked, he drew a quick spell to open it for her. A young girl in a school uniform stepped out looking slightly confused. “Are you who I’m supposed to be coming to see?” the girl asked, sounding slightly annoyed. “It’s really weird. I suddenly felt like I needed to be up here for some reason.” “What’s your name?” Darien asked, offering no explanations to her. She hesitated a moment and he worried he would have to draw a few spells before he could get her to cooperate at all. “I’m Amilee, who the heck are you?” She seemed far more annoyed now, and more than a little suspicious. Without saying anything Darien drew something in the air and let it float there for long enough for the girl to gasp in surprise. “How did you do that? Who are you? What is all this?” “You ask a lot of questions,” Darien finally answered. “Though I suppose that’s fair, considering. You can call me Darien, I’m a friend of- Well let’s say I know your sister. I came here to get to know you.” Darien casually flicked his hand through the mark he’d drawn in the air and it streaked across the roof to smack Amilee in the chest. “That should make this easier.” The girl grunted in pain as the mark sealed itself onto her. It left a mark on the front of her shirt which penetrated all the way through to her skin and down into her very soul. “What the- what was that- that thing?” Amilee was understandably unsettled. “What did you do to me?” She took a defiant step toward him, as if to demand he undo whatever he’d done. The mark had already begun to fade. “Hmm, looks like I aimed a little high,” Darien said, more to himself than anything. “Should still work, though. You’re going to pee yourself in a few seconds.” A look of disgust came across the girl’s face, an emotion which seemed to overpower her shock from a moment before. “What the hell kind of pervert are you? Going around marking people with strange things and saying gross things, I’m getting a teacher. They’ll probably have the police here to arrest you before you can get off this roof.” The girl put up a brave front but Darien could tell it was beginning to take effect. The way she lightly fidgeted, the subtle body language of someone feeling a slight discomfort in their lower region. “I assure you the police wouldn’t be able to hold me long. I’m basically a God to normal people like you. Consider this my proof.” The girl gave up making an effort to disguise her growing desperation. She held her legs firmly crossed, knees slightly bent. Tears of anger and embarrassment welled up in her eyes. “I- I don’t know what you did but- I- I hate you! I- Oh please make it stop. Please don’t let this happen!” She held her hands firmly against her crotch as if to stop the flow, but it was too late. A dark patch appeared on the front of her skirt as a dark yellow liquid poured uncontrollably through her clenched fingers. It hit the ground in small trickles at first, until the fabric could no longer absorb anything and it flowed freely. She sank down fully onto her knees into the puddle that formed under her. “Why? Why me? Why did you do this?” “Well if you want to blame someone I guess you could blame your mother for giving birth to you. It’s not my fault that Karin had a younger sister. I just needed to make sure I have everyone under my control before I move in to strike. Nothing personal toward you.” Darien had moved down close enough to wipe away a single tear from her cheek. “Though I’d be lying if I said I’m not going to enjoy this.” She made to slap his hand away but he pulled it back before she could. Then to his surprise she lunged at him fully in a wild attack. She probably wasn’t thinking very rationally anymore. He dodged out of the way and lifted his foot to kick her firmly in the back. She fell on her face and he held his foot down so she wouldn’t be able to get back up. “Now, now. Let’s not do anything we’re going to regret. You see, I can do a lot worse than what I just did. I can have complete control over your entire body.” To prove his point, he lifted the back of her skirt to reveal the pair of stockings she wore underneath. He reached for power and drew a mark directly on her thigh, burning a hole through the stocking as he did so. She screamed out in pain as it burned itself into her flesh. This one would probably leave a permanent mark on her skin. “No! What are you doing this time!” “A demonstration of what will happen if you don’t play along with what I’m going to tell you.” He let the power flow through him into the mark he’d drawn. It wasn’t the final spell he was going to cast on her, but it would give him a great deal of control. He increased her sensitivity, slowly at first but then ramped it up to what would probably be unbearable. “What are you- Oh!” The girl flushed, her body turning red from the heat of arousal. “What did you do?” Something shiny was seeping through her already soaked panties. It was a viscous, syrupy liquid that meant she was really feeling it. “Now, see. Look how good I can make you feel.” “Please stop this. I don’t want to feel like this!” Tears flowed freely down her cheeks, red with inescapable desire. “I’ll do whatever you want, just make it stop!” “Stop? Well I suppose I can make the arousal go away for a time, but you’re probably not going to like the trade off.” “Please!” she practically screamed. “Anything!” “Alright, alright. Turn over, let me see your stomach.” He lifted his foot enough for her to roll onto her back. Her clothing was already so disheveled, but he tugged and pulled enough so he could clearly see her navel. This would be the ultimate spell. He began drawing directly above where her bladder would be, a large intricate tattoo that would make her completely submit to him. The process probably would have been painful for her if she didn’t already have the other mark turning all sensation into pleasure. This one wouldn’t completely override the first mark, but it would control how much of that pleasure would flow into her at once. It would act as a sort of dam to block up the influx of pleasure, but that reservoir would continue to fill so that when it was unstopped it would flow much more powerfully. He was quite proud of his work when he finished. The light subsided and it left only a red pattern in her skin. He’d stylized it after something Darien had seen in some porn games. A so-called crotch tattoo. Something about the design and it’s placement was very arousing to him. “Alright before you fall unconscious here listen up. You’re going to wake up when the bell chimes for lunch to be over. I’m a nice enough guy that I’ll replace your clothes before then so you won’t have to go back down with that huge stain on you. I’ve made some changes to your body. It’s going to be like a sort of game. All that pleasure you just felt, you’ll feel it again every time you pee. The longer you try to hold it in the more pleasure you’ll eventually feel when you let it all out. On the other hand every time you pee, your bladder will shrink a little and all the little muscles you use to hold it in will get a little bit weaker. Do you understand? Every time you pee it will get a little bit harder to hold it in next time, until eventually you won’t be able to hold it at all. Now it would be boring if you couldn’t fight back at all, so the weakening effect won’t happen if you manage to use your toilet at home. Adding that condition was probably the most complex part of this rune, you should be grateful. But it means you’ll always have to be holding it in at school or anytime you're away from your house. “That seal I made on your back thigh is also pretty strong, probably stronger than I meant it to be. I can’t guarantee that some of its effects won’t start to leak through anyway if you try to hold your pee too long, so best not to push your luck too much. That’s basically the game. Don’t find yourself in any desperate bathroom situations too far from home and you won’t have to worry. But if you mess up even once it will become a slippery slope and you’ll end up a mindless sexual plaything.” A thought occurred to him as he was explaining things to her. He drew another quick sign in the air and took hold of it. He then gently reached between her thighs and placed it over the first symbol he’d drawn on her, embedding that spell with one other rule. He didn’t feel the need to tell her what it was, but she’d find out. It would probably make winning the game impossible for her. But then, she was never supposed to win.
  3. This thread is primarily for autistic people to write about their experiences. The experiences may involve, but are not limited to, online autistic trait sites, difficulty recognizing people, difficulty seeing another person's feelings, narrow interest range, anxiety among non-autistic groups, depression, stimming, famous autistic people and more. Many autistic people must fake normalcy to fit into their communities. Others avoid religious denominations requiring unified group emotions (because our feelings don't always link to those around us). We would like non-autistic people to understand autism is in our neural wiring and can not be changed at this time. In many cases we would feel quite uncomfortable (that we were not ourselves) if normalized. The autistic spectrum ranges from people who can't take care of themselves to exceptional research scientists.
  4. 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.
  5. My Life as a Diaper Slave at Disney – 1 By: Heather23 Edited by: DaddyRich Chapter 1 - Introduction Well I promised to write again and here I am. If you didn't read my earlier account, I am Kim and I met my husband Chris during my sorority initiation. In my mind, the initiation changed my life forever because I learned how I respond to humiliation and diaper play. I also met my husband, Chris in the process. It has been several years since college. We are in our 30s, happily married, we both finished our education, and Chris has established a successful practice as a dentist. But enough about the boring stuff, my guess is that if you are reading this account, you want to learn what we have been up to since our college days. First, let me tell you that I am typing this update at the public library. I am at one of the computer stations, and it is very quiet. Chris brought me here on his way to work, and I have been instructed to tell you some of our most intimate secrets. He tells me that everyone always wants to know what girls are wearing, what they are feeling, what they look like, etc. and so here it goes. I am slim (115 pounds), 5 foot, 7 inches. I have long hair, and people say that I turn heads when I enter a room. I used to do quite a bit of modeling and still do on occasion. Chris insists that I keep my hair long because at times he has me put bows in my hair during our role-play sessions. I am wearing a fairly short blue plaid skirt, and a white blouse. I look like a teenage schoolgirl and that is exactly the look Chris wanted for me today. Although it is certainly risqué, I am also wearing high, black, shiny patent leather boots (not too school-girlish). The boots come up and over my knees, similar to what Julia Roberts wore in the movie classic, Pretty Woman. I am sure that I draw attention dressed like I am. This embarrasses me, but I know that Chris loves me and that is all that matters. Ladies, don't get me wrong, I have some backbone, but I am also deeply turned on by being put in humiliating situations, and I am so in love with the man who controls my life. What else am I wearing? Under my skirt I have on a thick nighttime plastic backed disposable diaper (I didn't even know these things existed a few years ago). The diaper is tightly secured and Chris even took the extra step of fastening the diaper extra tight with packing tape. Not only is each diaper tab secured with packing tape, but Chris circled my entire diaper at my waist with the tape. He likes to secure my diaper in this fashion so that I can't take it off without a struggle and so that if I try to remove it, I would leave obvious evidence that I tampered with my diaper. He calls it my "diaper prison." Secretly, I love the secure feeling of a really tight diaper (I guess Chris knows that now). Over my diaper I am wearing translucent powder blue plastic panties. I feel incredibly sexy dressed as I am, and I also feel like I could become deeply humiliated at any moment if the need to pee takes over me. This combination has me at an amazing state of arousal. Chris knows that I thrive on being humiliated, and he takes full advantage of it. I almost forgot... the boots I am wearing have a very small decorative chain attached to each boot and Chris used these chains to his advantage. Just before he left me here alone in the library, Chris kissed me goodbye. He then quickly reached down and wrapped a small chain around my chair leg just above one of the chair's cross rungs. In the same movement, he locked this chain to the decorative chains on my boots. In effect, I am secured to the chair I am sitting on. When it happened I panicked. It took just a second to process what had happened, but there I was; sitting dressed as a complete tramp, encased in a diaper, and locked to the very chair I was sitting on. I knew I was had and immediately tried to complain to Chris. Chris was prompt to respond, " Kimberly you know that you have been a very naughty girl." "You know that you have been very bratty lately, and you should know by now what happens to bad little girls who don't listen to their Daddies." "I have been asking you to update our sex diary, and you never found time to type it out." "You Kimberly, not me, are responsible for your current circumstances." "I want you to sit here until I come back." "I want you to express yourself in your writings, but I also want you to feel the humiliation as you write." "Don't ever forget that you are in a diaper and plastic panties." "Don't ever forget for one moment that you are dressed like a total slut and might cause people to look at you with great interest." "My suggestion is that you do not bring attention to yourself." "Sure you could stand up and drag your chair out of here with your ankles secured to the chair leg, but would you?" "My guess is that you will do exactly as you are told." "Do not get up, do not ask for help, and complete your assignment as I ordered, or you will regret it!" "Finally, don't ever forget about your nice comfy diaper on your bottom...it is just waiting to be introduced to your pee." "I will call you in a while on your cell phone to see how you are coming... I mean progressing." With that, Chris left and there I was sitting alone to complete my assignment. Suddenly Chris reappeared and said, "I almost forgot...where are my manners?" "Here is an extra large coffee that I want you to finish before I return." "If I return to find that you have not finished your coffee or that you have not made progress with your writing assignment, you will regret it." "Understood?" I said, "understood." Wow. All of this was a bit more than I bargained for when I left the house this morning. While I certainly appreciated the coffee Chris brought me, I know that his real purpose was to add to the fluids I had already drank earlier this morning and that amount was substantial. I know that he wants me to sit here and struggle to complete my assignment in agony as my need to pee grows. I also know how stupid it sounds, but I always think that I can ignore my growing need to pee and last until I get out of my diaper prison. How many times do I have to relive my stupidity? How many times do I succumb and wet my diaper? Here is my writing assignment. I am going to tell you about an adventure that Chris and I experienced recently at Disney. There are many to choose from, but there will be time hopefully in the future when Chris once again tells me to update our diary. Let's get started because I have this feeling that I am going to have to get intimate with my diaper later on and test its limits! To be continued…..
  6. This is a story I already posted on other sites; thought I should try sharing here and see if it gets any interest. Not sure I got the tagging right (what's the difference between "Participating Genders" and "Participant Genders"?), but here goes… The Baby Makers Chapter 1. Country House It was a grand old house, in the middle of nowhere. Not like a country estate owned by some old, rich person. No, this was literally in the middle of nowhere; as far as it was possible to get from a public road. There were disused quarries in between, forests long since given back to impenetrable walls of thorns, and acres of scrubby grasslands where the quality of the soil was too low to make commercial farming worthwhile. It wasn’t even high enough, or pretty enough, for hikers to come and trade footprints for photographs. They had to have chosen the place deliberately. Ana walked slowly up to the front doors, looking all around her as her shoes crunched on the gravel. Long lines of trees. Formal gardens, which must have cost a fortune to maintain, made a three-acre island in the middle of the wilderness. The grounds were immaculately set out, but there was no sign of gardeners tending to the displays. The house itself rose up ahead, three floors of impressive red brick. As she came closer Ana took a look inside, to find out what exactly these people were doing. She couldn’t sense anything, though. The whole place was screened, and locked down tight. That wasn’t exactly a surprise, but from everything she’d heard it was rare for anyone outside of the Order to mask their business so effectively. That was more grounds for suspicion; she would have to go inside. Eventually, Ana came to the front doors. They seemed built to a slightly larger scale than normal, so the ornate brass knocker was at eye level. In fact, it seemed like the entire building was constructed a little larger than the usual size. She could immediately see a couple of reasons someone would go to the trouble of making a large house like that, and she ran through them in their mind as she waited for a response to her knock. The first reason, and the most likely, would be to intimidate potential visitors. Ana wasn’t intimidated; she was here on behalf of the Supreme Order, and no initiate of the Order was ever afraid. They had absolute control of their own minds and responses before anything else. The larger door could also be to make the building suitable for people larger than a typical human. Maybe for a yeti, or bigfoot. Maybe for genetically engineered giants, or the rangy physique of alien visitors. Ana didn’t find that at all likely, because as a member of the Order she had access to the Black Library, and so knew the facts of cryptozoology with a certainty that even the most die-hard sceptic could never aspire to. And even with screening this good, there was no way some mad scientist could have developed a growth serum without the Order knowing. The last reason that came to mind was that it would make people approaching the door feel small and weak, possibly embarrassingly so, and would thus place them at a psychological or emotional disadvantage in the coming negotiations. Ana already knew she was small and weak, but she’d never let that make her feel inferior. She might not be as strong as many of her classmates, but she knew that her intelligence, her understanding or tactics, her quick thinking, and her reflexes more than made up for any lack of raw power. And as far as embarrassment was concerned, she considered that growing up around her parents, and with a name like Andromeda Anastasia Fairchild, had inoculated her against any future self-consciousness. Whatever their tricks, they would not work today. She judged two minutes had passed now, and still no answer. She reached up to the knocker again, and slammed it down hard. It was polished brass, old metal, and heavy enough to leave you in no doubt about its purpose. Ana liked that; so much more reliable than many of modern society’s ephemeral creations. Eventually, the door started to open. Ana reflexively stepped back, not quite sure what she was expecting. She was sure they wouldn’t attack her right away, or almost sure. The Order of Supremacy wasn’t widely known, and they didn’t make many enemies. Ana was the first representative who had been dispatched to this remote house, so in all probability the people inside had no idea what she was here for. It looked like the kind of door that would give a long and ominous creak, almost like the timber was screaming. But the sound was just a little whine of metal on metal, a hinge that might not have been oiled quite as recently as it would like. The space beyond the door was bright and airy, lit by windows somewhere higher up the building. The lobby seemed to extend all the way up to the roof, and sunlight flooded in to create a golden haze at the top. Heavy wooden staircases coiled around the edge of the room, and there was a desk in a similar dark and expensive timber in the centre. Behind the desk was a middle-aged man wearing glasses. His hair was shot through with grey, with just enough speckles left to let the careful observer know it had once been red. He was dressed in a white shirt today, with a tie that would have passed as formal attire were it not decorating with lurid yellow smiling faces. In one shirt pocket he had three pens, and the end of a chain which surely led to a watch in the opposite pocket. A bizarre clash of casual and formal, traditional and modern. Ana didn’t give him her full attention yet. She was more concerned by the person behind the door. It didn’t seem like the kind of place that would have automatic doors, not if that one weighed as much as it looked and sounded. A quick glance to the side confirmed this. She saw a rather old-fashioned lever lock that probably hadn’t been changed in half a century. Something like that would require a human being, or at least a servant more sentient than a simple motor to lift the latch. There was a person standing behind the door, but he was simply a servant. There was no hostility or aggression coming off him at all. So Ana turned her attention back to the figure behind the desk. A bureaucrat, she was sure. Not an owner, not a villain. The kind of mind that would happily count the number of paperclips it used each day, and would be proud of balancing the books. The kind of person who would be very easy to get answers out of. Although for an operative as skilled as Ana it rarely mattered; there was no way a human would ever be beyond her ability to manipulate.
  7. "Come on, come on, there has to be something open around here!" Heads were turning as Bridget ran through the dark sunset streets of this homely little town. How could they not, with this cute little blonde nun in blue, with a big red yo-yo curled up at her finger and a giant teddy bear on her back, her slender legs carrying her petite body down the road, stopping for neither love nor money. Approximately half the men who caught a glance progressed to full-on staring, dirty thoughts floating through their minds. If only they knew the true parts that laid beneath Bridget's tight black shorts, the more "bulging" kind. Bridget was used to these kinds of stares. Because of the superstitions of the village where he was raised, the belief that twin boys spelled doom, Bridget was raised as a girl, an act he had to keep up around everyone but his parents and brother. Honestly, kind of lucky for the deception that he maintained a very feminine appearance, even into puberty. It was this lying to everyone, to himself, that prompted him to leave home and strike out on his own. Bounty hunters, he figured, brought in tough criminals to preserve law and order, and made some pretty money for the trouble. If he could rise to that challenge, prove his mettle and come back richer, everyone would have to admit their paranoia was misplaced, and he could finally be the man he was born to be. Was he chasing a bounty? No, ever since he missed the boat on that report of the Gear in the forest, leads had been slim. He had instead resorted to street performing with his yo-yo to bring in some change. The earnings were meager, and he had the feeling much of his audience weren't there to see his skills, but it paid his way and keep him fed and hydrated. Perhaps a little too well-hydrated, because that had completely drowned out any other desire in favor of seeking out what this overindulgence always brought. In other words, poor Bridget was about to pee his pants. He already knew his way around bathroom emergencies, because nothing about it new to him. Expectedly, in order to keep up the facade, Bridget needed to use the women's restroom back home, where he was at least guaranteed a stall to keep his secret, so long as he sat down on the toilet. But something about it always felt wrong, like he was a pervert for being in the same room as girls doing something private, and he had an easier time going when the place was empty. If it wasn't, he usually held it, simple as that. And that wasn't the only place his needs could be denied. His village was located in the middle of a forest, and because of that, Bridget became very familiar with the classic double standard of "boys can pee outside, girls can't", so he just had to hold it while the guys got to whiz, despite sharing the same biological capability to do as they did. Even in an emergency, he couldn't just squat down like a girl, certainly not with the girls; what if somebody saw his little wiener hanging out and swinging as it hosed down the dirt? It'd be mortifying, so much that he'd rather die, along with ending his secret and putting his family at risk for harboring it. So, he held it. Or wet himself. That happened too. Basically, Bridget held his pee a lot, so if he needed to go, he really needed to go. That was the state he had currently been dropped into, bursting at the seams and frantically looking for a bathroom. He only just resisted reaching down and clenching his boyhood, yet even so, anyone who saw him for more than a blink of an eye would pretty easily be able to deduce what ailed him. There weren't too many other plausible explanations for why someone would be in a hurry, hunched forward with a palm cradling their stomach area, unless they were in desperate need of a bathroom. This terrible pain, this searing heaviness in his tummy, would be so easy to be rid of, if he could just find said bathroom. At this point, he didn't care which gender, just something with indoor plumbing would be a gift from the heavens. No, even an outhouse would be perfect right now! Yet, even with his standards lowered so far, his search was still coming up short. Bridget had found himself on the poorer side of town, so every rickety shack open for business was giving him the same response when he asked for their bathroom: "Customers only." He had gotten so sick of hearing those two words; every time the owner even began to speak them, another bead of sweat formed on his face, another cup of that warm bodily fluid poured into his bloated bladder. It was turning into one of the constants of the world, right up there with the basic laws of magical theory: Bridget wasn't allowed to use a bathroom. And he was done with it. Not for lack of patience, though he certainly was a bit agitated by the never-ending rejection, it all came down to a lack of time. "Ah!" Bridget suddenly slid to a total stop, straightened his spine upright, and could suddenly no longer hold back his hands from slamming hard against his privates and squeezing them tight, hard enough to send a tingle of pain through his testicles. This was the second thing he couldn't hold back, brought on by the first: a quick, white-hot surge of liquid rocketed through his urethra faster than thought, burning as it squirted past the folds of his foreskin and nestled into the fabric of his shorts, pressing the coin-sized wetness inescapably against his flaccid shaft. His holding muscles had held a faultless defense against the steaming reservoir up to now, but he could no longer keep up the tension, and he was crumbling. "Ahhhhh, gottagogottagogottago!" His high-pitched voice squealed, tears now streaming right down his cheeks, and his whole body shivered as his grip tensed hard. Yet, despite his sudden alertness and fighting back, his bladder wasn't done laying on the pressure. It had gotten a taste of release, and it wasn't about to quit. He knew immediately, because with his palms and knuckles down there already, this new dampness was right at the forefront of his attention. Having it squished against his extremities, and his penis, was a horribly uncomfortable sensation. Barely keeping his head above water, Bridget knew one thing for sure: he had one more chance here. One more opportunity before his legs would play host to a yellow waterfall, and he had to choose wisely. "T-there!" So of course he picked the first building he saw, which, in his defense, was open to the public and had the lights on, it wasn't knocking on some stranger's door and asking to make pee-pee in their potty. "Gotta...hurry!" He wasted no time hobbling towards said establishment, shuffling with his shoes scraping against the street, not daring to separate his thighs when his member squished between them seemed to be the last brick in his dam. Waddling like there were weights tied to his ankles, adding to the already doubling of his tiny body's mass thanks to a bladder full of pee, it seemed to take hours to simply cross the road. And he didn't even make it all the way before even his heart turned heavy, for he saw what his goal truly was: a restaurant, and quite the busy one. Every seat and table was occupied to its fullest, with several more standing as they waited for a vacancy. The waitress in red, expertly balancing plates, bowls, and mugs across her arms and shoulders, was moving frantically from one table to the next without a second between. But Bridget wasn't looking for a meal, so what about the bathroom? Those were in the back, two in number, each identifiable from afar by their respective line, several people long. Man or woman, it didn't matter how Bridget presented himself, he wouldn't be getting to a toilet quickly enough to avoid a pants-wetting, not without begging to cut the line and hoping whoever stood at the front had compassion for his plight. "...no, I can't!" He had to think about it, but in the end, it went just beyond his shame tolerance. "Ooohhhh," he moaned, beginning to step in place quite frantically, wiggling his shapely hips and causing the large metal ring around his waist to jangle, nervously examining his immediate surroundings. "What do I do, Roger," he sighed, looking over his shoulder to the teddy bear on his back. An image flashed through his mind of himself sitting on the ground, legs spread apart in front, holding his stuffed animal close as it sat near his crotch, all the while... "using" him, but the idea was thrown away pretty quickly. He couldn't soil someone precious to him. And Roger was a weapon possessed by the ghost of an ancient warrior, so he wouldn't appreciate that. "I...guess I'm just gonna have to wet myself this time..." It wouldn't be the first time he'd had an accident, older than most. "No, this has to end! Boys don't wet themselves!" Wasn't this the entire reason he came out to see the world, to become a strong man? Men like heroic holy knight Ky Kiske didn't wet their pants, that was a weakness that Bridget could no longer show. What good would it do if he went back home, fat bounty and soaked shorts in tow? No, Bridget needed to start answering nature's call like an adult. Easier said than done. Just "being a big boy and waiting" wasn't an option; Bridget needed to go. If he wouldn't wet his pants, he had very little time to do it someplace else. Toilets were out the window, he'd need somewhere dark, somewhere private, somewhere he could safely whip out his dick without being seen, and most important of all: somewhere near. Only one location fit those criteria. "I-in there!" No longer willing or capable to take his time and take care not to jostle anything, not that it could do any more damage at this point, Bridget bolted towards the destination he had his bright blue eyes on: the dark alley on the left side of the restaurant. The alley itself was exactly what one would expect from a side alley in this part of town. It was dark, the only light peeking in was from the street proper. It was cluttered, trash bags from the restaurant piled up well outside the single dedicated can. It stunk, reeking of rotting food scraps and things he didn't even want to think about. It seemed plausible that many less-fortunate men, perhaps bolstered by the alcohol within the establishment, had used this small gap between buildings for this same purpose as Bridget would. In other words, it was out of sight, it would cover his scent, and it wouldn't arouse suspicion. It was exactly what Bridget needed. He wasted no time, he couldn't afford to. The instant he concluded he was out of sight, cloaked in the shadows cast by the neighboring huts, Bridget got straight to work, starting with his little man. The problem was getting it free, out from under the crushing grip he constricted the baby snake with, something he hadn't even realized he was now doing. "If... If I take my hands off now, will it come out?" When he felt pee dribbling at his tip, the rest boiling away inside his bladder, it was a reasonable concern. "Just gotta... go for it!" He really wanted this done with already, so he couldn't worry about what "might" happen, not when he "would" wet himself in a matter of seconds. So, faster than St. Elmo's Fire, he drew his hands up and away, swinging straight into shoving the right down the front of his shorts. His knuckles pushed the tight waistband down, while his fingers reached out and squeezed his shaft between his thumb and index digit, securely so that it wouldn't slip off the moist skin, yanking it all out into the open and holding it steady. When he'd spent his life pretending to be a girl, one that routinely wore spats, it was an unfortunate blessing that his level of endowment was... "lacking" was the nice way of putting it. There was no command required. Bridget's penis was already well on its way to a fire hose once it breathed open air, and that's how it would stay. The rush of hard urine careening down the chute caused the limp member to suddenly and unexpectedly jump up, straighten out and recoil. He actually found himself taking a step back from the abrupt force levied against his slender frame, to avoid the splashback as piddle slammed into the wooden wall. The brief retreat did nothing to spare his ears, currently hyper-sensitive from anxiety, from the auditory chaos. If anything, giving it the space to bounce and echo back and forth off every hard surface made it even more inescapable. There was the loud hissing as urine rushed past his foreskin, the splattering as it collided with the building, and the splashing as it cascaded downwards into a growing puddle in the garbage. That last one also brought with it the far softer, underlying sound of popping bubbles. The thickness of his long-held golden pee resulted in a foamy, frothy coating, the bigger bubbles bursting at regular intervals. Beads of sweat dripping off his face, falling into the pool, sped up the process, while also adding a dripping all its own. Bridget's head felt heavy. Foggy as well, but physically heavy. As if his neck could no longer support the weight, his head drooped forward, causing his whole upper body to lean. His eyelids began to fall, twitching and shuddering with every heavy pant. "Hah...hah...hah..." His vision began to blur as his pupils dilated and he wobbled on his heels. His knees, already bent inwards as a remnant of his holding posture, knocked together like they were about to give out and collapse. Of course, out of everything, the gushing piss showed zero signs of weakness or reduction. He definitely didn't feel any nearer to being empty, bladder still bulging out his tummy and radiating a searing pain from a bottomless well. Though the bounty hunter might not have been the most objective source. His flow of time was all kinds of screwed up, swinging from the world whizzing by, down to the pace of molasses, back and forth with no rhyme or reason. "Ah, what was that?!" Actually, there was one indicator: his brain always started running a mile a minute in response to any noise, any suspicion that another person may be nearby. Even if that sound was just trash readjusting and shifting inside the bag. It happened pretty regularly, enough so that his heart was ready to burst out of his chest. Not as close as his bladder was, impressively. And why wouldn't he be freaking out? If someone were to come near, they would surely hear the fountain from Bridget's pants. Then they'd look, and see Bridget's private parts just hanging out! And his secret would be totally revealed! Even if they didn't actually see his little ding-a-ling, his gender couldn't possibly be mistaken. He was doing his business, answering nature's watery call, whilst totally upright. That was something only... something only... "Something only boys do..." Bridget was stunned into a hushed murmur. Even as he ventured out into the world, old habits died hard. Even as he didn't need to pretend to be something he wasn't, he still used the women's restroom, just to avoid being called out and making a scene. If he was away from civilization, he honestly squatted, because "that's how girls did it". This time was the exception, because he wasn't thinking and just got going the fastest way he could. To most, this would be nothing of note, just a guy pissing against a wall in the alley. In this part of town, it was a fairly common sight. But to Bridget, this was something big. "Yeah, this is something boys do! They mark territory without a care in the world!" That was always what he had seen growing up, men were way more open about urinating. He'd seen random men doing it, but women were always way more hidden, and he only knew about it because he was "one of the girls". Short of physical attributes like facial hair, large muscles (something Bridget wasn't a fan of), and... the swimsuit area, an act like this was the strongest proof of what he was aiming to prove to the world: Bridget was truly a man. And he took a certain sense of pride in that, taking part in a display that would one-hundred-percent prove his masculinity. "Hey, you see this?! This is who I really am! I get to pee standing up, and you can't stop me! Ahhhh..." His anxiety began to fade, his curled-in posture relaxed, and he began really enjoying his piss, which was still raging on. Even his voice seemed to deepen as a result of the manliness filling his body. Yes, this was natural, this was normal behavior, and it was nothing he need be ashamed of. "Okay, I take break now!" And just like that, all that worry came back like a punch to the face. Almost literally, because a door right next to him, one he hadn't even noticed prior, flew open hard enough that it almost flew off its loose hinges. That was all he had to see for his pupils to contract, his stance to curve back into itself, and to begin turning away from whatever may surface. Soon emerging from the open door was a woman, clothed in a form-fitting red Chinese dress that didn't leave much to the imagination below the waist, with exceptionally long brunette hair curled into a massive ring. Bridget recognized her as the waitress from the restaurant, and he guessed that she was quite the nimble server from her smooth, rapid side-to-side stepping. It caused her large breasts and meaty thighs to jiggle. Bridget noticed, and he also noticed a quick flash of her underwear as the skirt bounced up when her hop switched directions. Were he curious what her undergarments looked like, he wouldn't be left wondering for long. She didn't move away from the door she had exited from, just waiting for it to close before getting straight to work. She lifted her white skirt promptly with one hand, fully exposing the thick pink-purple stripes of her underpants, and then going all the way by using the other hand to pull the panties down to her knees with a little hip wiggle. She lifted her right leg up and out of the leg hole, allowing the underwear to fall freely to the rim of the sock above her left ankle, crumpling to a rest. But she wasn't stopping there. She was ready to show off her flexibility. She angled her footing slightly left, towards the back end of the alley, towards Bridget, and raised her right leg. Not like a regular step, her right leg went straight up, a perfect line with her other leg; even her toes were pointed skyward. She didn't even use rest it on the door for support, this was all balance. And it wasn't some brief stretch, she held this pose without a teeter or stumble. Her skirt was out of the way, exposing her butt to whoever may pass in the alley, but from Bridget's point of view, he got all the "other stuff". A lot of it, in fact. With her index and middle fingers, she pressed against the lips of her groin and spread, bringing her pink flower to bloom. But it didn't need to be watered; no, it would be the one doing the watering. In short order, a clear flood gushed from her privates, quite the respectable torrent. Not quite to Bridget's level, something admittedly very painful to reach, but quite healthy and needing. The waitress had spent too long working, allowing her to spray a broad berth of urine onto the wall, resulting in a wide stretch cascading downstream. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened wide in a dumb smile. "Phew, much too close! Very hard to hold when no break," her high-pitched voice squeaked. No matter what one thought, none could deny that this woman was lively and energetic. Bridget couldn't be any further from that. His breathing was now shallow and accelerated, he began sweating even harder than before, he made sure to cover his penis with his hands to keep it hidden, and most importantly of all, his pee stream sputtered to a halt. At least, it did for a second, before going right back to full force. "Ah, no!" He tried again, and again was met with the same result: a quick easing of pressure, devolving right back to the same forceful deluge. He held no control of his bladder, and he held no control over when it stopped. All he held was an inhuman quantity of boiling hot urine, urine that just needed to be released in full. Regardless of the presence of another person who could clearly see it. A woman. Who was also peeing. "I-I'm really, really sorry about this," he muttered, defeated, resigned to just let nature run its course. "No worry! I understand very much! When you need pee, you need pee!" The waitress did not share the same sense of shame, pissing in the open while flashing everything to a stranger. Even hummed a little tune as her go kept going. "My name Jam Kuradoberi!" She even introduced herself with a bright smile, privates out. "Um, B-Bridget..." He had been raised well, was a polite young man, he knew it would be rude to look at Jam while she did her business. He knew this, yet his attention repeatedly darted in her direction. He'd realize what he was doing, look away, yet something always pulled his gaze back. And each time, he'd look a bit more intently, emboldened to bring her out of the corner of his eye. "Very rude to stare, you know. Legs one thing, but privates different." And Jam had caught on to it, admonishing him for the attempt. Feeling very hot in the face, Bridget quickly corrected his view. "Ah, I'm sorry! I wasn't trying to be weird! I was just really interested in your... pose. Are you an acrobat? How do you get that kind of balance?" Would my act be any better if I could stretch like that? Maybe I could fight better with wild kicks! Although, spreading my legs that far sounds... painful. If she held any animosity from his pervy behavior, she didn't for long. Soon, she was happily explaining. "Need very good control over body energy. I very good chef, make very good food! Eat food, become strong!" Though he wasn't looking to see it, Jam suddenly had a great idea, and her mouth curled into a smirk. "You want make up for peeping, you become regular at restaurant! Very fair deal, no?" "What?! You can't hold someone hostage like that! I can't stay here for long! Besides, I don't have any money." "You performer? I see yo-yo." "H-hey, no looking! I'm a bounty hunter, I'll have you know! I only do performances to make some extra money. Even if that's been most of it lately..." I know girls always go to the bathroom together, but is it normal for them to talk this much? "You need money, you work for me! I make you good waitress! Customers love you!" "Oh...waitress, yes..." Is that the reason she's not weirded out? She just doesn't think peeing around other girls is strange? Can't she tell from my sta... oh. It was hard for the sheltered boy to make total sense of anything happening, but there was one thing he couldn't deny: Jam was peeing while standing. Not only that, but for something Bridget had just moments ago considered to be a strictly male expression, she was doing it with far more technique and finesse than he could hope to match. Put simply, the girl was far better at the art of the standing pee than the boy. And that revelation was pretty emasculating. Also being demonstrated for him for the first time: how much harder girls could piss. He gave the wall a good hosing, but Jam was really spraying the poor thing down. Her pee was fairly clear, at least in comparison to Bridget's cloudy yellow release, so at a glance, she almost appeared to be washing with little more than clean water. Jam seemed to notice as well. "It like washing dishes in kitchen!" Bridget didn't even respond. No matter how one saw this shared moment, whether it be heaven or hell, it had to come to an end at some point. And amazingly, Jam was the first one to the finish line, her spout sputtering as it could no longer keep up the pressure. There were gaps in her gush, the spread narrowed, while simultaneously getting messier thanks to breaking apart and splattering across a wider area. Jam's face tensed, forcing out the rest in a hard blast that ended just as suddenly as it began. "Ah, much better feeling!" All the while, Bridget was coming to a finale all his own, as indicated by the diminishing vibration at the base of his shaft and overall reduction in tinkle diameter. His initial safeguards for modesty, ones that had all been for naught, initially placed him close enough to the wall that a better-equipped man would be pressing against it. Even after the early back step, he was still quite near. Because of this precaution, no matter how much power he lost, it still rained down the wall, just closer and closer to the ground. Then it was a bit of a sloppy shower of dribbles from his tip, and at long last, he no longer needed to pee. "Finally...it's over..." He shook the soft member to dry it off, and began taking it out of sight to put the little man back into his damp shorts. "Hyah!" "Huh? WOAH!" Bridget barely avoided a sharp thrusting kick in his direction, courtesy of Jam, by pressing his whole body against the wall. It was a close dodge, his long hair getting caught up as the wind from her foot whizzed past, his back getting slapped by his metal ring flipping up from the front being pushed against, and his junk stung from being packed too hard between his legs and the wooden planks. His legs did get a bit more wet from squishing against the wall, but after all the spray that splashed back while he was going, it didn't hurt him much. A little bit more did kick up onto the bridges of his shoes, as a result of a few little stumbles in his step squishing in the puddle, but it wasn't that bad. "What was that for," he confronted, facing her all the way. Instinctively, he rolled out his yo-yo, ready for a fight to break out. "Sorry, very sorry," Jam apologized, dismissively waving a hand as she smiled it off. "Pee ran down leg, had to shake off!" True, her left leg was still swaying as she explained, her loose pair of panties flailing on her ankle. But not for long, for she soon took hold of her underwear, slipping her other foot through, pulled it all into place, and wiggled her hips until she was dressed back up all good and snug. "Ooh, lucky nothing fall in puddle, very uncomfortable! I no can go undies-less!" Her gaze drifted down, and she truly saw it: the combined creation of two people, both very desperate to pee and now much relieved, in the form of a massive pond of piddle, rippling in the breeze and reflecting the orange lights of the street lamps, making the specks of dirt floating around all the more visible. At least, in the areas not taken up by a hearty coating of foam floating atop the golden sea. "Ah, just like drinks served in restaurant!" Bridget was a bit too young to be partaking in the kinds of drinks Jam referred to, so the reference was somewhat lost on him. "Listen, if we're done here-" "Oh, I go back to work now!" With a friendly wave goodbye, Jam skipped towards the street, possibly forgetting about the much closer door she had come through. Her first step had the telltale splash of someone exiting the scene of release, but every subsequent step was quiet, in the nice, dry clear. As she disappeared around the corner, Bridget could finally breathe a sigh of relief, his ordeal over, and pretend the last several minutes never happened as he avoided this place for the rest of his life. "Hello again!" Until Jam poked her head back around the corner. "I serious, you need work, you come here! You draw crowd with yo-yo tricks! And customers love cute boy like you! In five years, you be real lady killer!" For most of the offer, Bridget tuned it out, hoping not to respond so as to leave faster. However, he couldn't ignore that one final comment. "You can tell I'm a boy?" His eyes lit up, a genuine smile finally breaking across his cheeks, something missing since before he had to go. "Of course! You very, very cute boy!" With a wink and a final wave, Jam slid back out of sight, though her boisterous voice remained as she addressed the patrons inside. Bridget was stunned, dumbfounded. For half a minute, he was totally silent, staring off into space. With so many thoughts circling in his mind, many of them remnants from earlier, it was no surprise that it took some time for something coherent to come out. "...yeah, of course she could tell. I don't look that much like a girl. I'm already getting more manly by the day out here!" As if to prove his point, he raised an arm and flexed, showing off his...total lack of muscles. Not much of a physical fighter, but he could fling a yo-yo like a master, something he began doing to make himself feel better. But if women can pee standing too... What's so different between boys and girls? With each cycle the toy looped through, a small breeze was generated. One such gust was notable, in that it blew over and chilled his private parts. Not an especially unusual sensation when considering the wet patch on the front of his shorts that would be pressing against his boyhood, but something about it felt different, more... raw. No matter the cause, it was unusual, and he figured it would be prudent of him to investigate, so he looked down to check. And he saw the reason Jam was easily able to identify his gender: interrupted and startled by that kick, his penis and its two friends were still hanging out, flaccid and free. Oh... She glanced down at the end, didn't she? She looked. He could scream, he could panic, he could even head into the restaurant and demand either an apology or, to prove he was really serious, a fight. But Bridget did none of those. He instead hurriedly stuffed the little guy back into his shorts, feeling it nestle in place among the soggy crotch of the pants, and, without a sound, quickly walked out of the alley and down the road, picking up pace with each building he passed, never looking back. If anyone looked at him strangely, he didn't notice. He only looked down at his own moving feet, anything to distract from the volcanic blush erupting on his face. His only thoughts: replaying every second where Jam could have seen his wiener. It felt like hours he had left himself exposed. If I ever see her again, she'll have some explaining to do. A man wouldn't let this slide! Although... she seemed pretty nice. And if she's willing to let me perform... Well, I can think about it. The customers might have good leads on bounties.
  8. Since there is a gray and now red why not blue!!
  9. THESE SHORTS HAVE BUILT IN PANTIES AND DRY QUICKLY SO ARE MY GO TO WETTING SHORTS
  10. My Agonizing Journey to Babyhood – 20 By: Heather23 Edited by: DaddyRich Chapter 20 - Baby Kim's day at the zoo It had now been two full days as Chris's baby. My routine was drinking from a bottle, being spoon-fed baby food, sleeping, playing in my playpen, watching cartoons, and of course wetting and occasionally messing my diapers. I was surprised when Chris announced that he was going to take me to the zoo today. How would he manage that and how embarrassing was this going to be for both of us. After all, I didn't think a dentist would want to be seen in public with his wife acting like a baby. I knew I didn't want to crawl around the zoo in a diaper. Chris dressed me in diapers (of course) and plastic baby pants. He removed the bondage mittens and that felt nice. He then put me in the bib styled overalls we had purchased from Nicole. These looked fairly normal except that there were snaps at the crotch and down the insides of the legs to make diaper changes easier. I couldn't ask questions with the mouth guard still in place, so I went with the flow. I rode to the zoo in my car seat and Chris had me wait in the car while he purchased the zoo tickets. He returned to the car pushing a large stroller. This was the kind of stroller that one could rent and used to push a handicapped person around the zoo. So that is what Chris had in mind I thought. Chris helped me into the large stroller. There was a safety strap that was pulled around my waist and fastened somewhere at the back of the stroller. My first realization was that I would not be able to reach the release mechanism on the strap. This was not a surprise knowing Chris and his love of keeping me bound. I kept my legs together in the stroller so that no one could see the snaps on my jeans. Also, since I was in a sitting position, no one could really tell that I was wearing a thick diaper between my legs. I felt better that my secret would be safe, and I relaxed. There was a benefit to being in the stroller. I didn't have to walk, and we were allowed to go to the front of lines because I was "handicapped." (I think the politically correct way of saying it is Diaper-Challenged.") Chris bought me drinks constantly, and I knew by now it was to keep me wet and needing diaper changes. Since we were out in public, Chris let me drink from a straw. I still didn't think that the mouth guard would let me drink out of a cup, so I was glad the straw worked fine. It didn't take me long to have to pee. After several days of baby status, it was almost natural to just release my pee into my waiting diaper. I know I can never get totally used to wetting a diaper and that is fine with me. It is especially difficult for me to wet in public, but it was also a nice secret that Chris and I shared. Typically, I would let Chris know when I was wetting so that he could hold me tight while I peed, but in the stroller this was not really possible. I waited to pee until we were in a crowded place to add to the excitement of having people all around me. Since I was unable to talk, I pointed to my crotch so that Chris could share in my wetting experience. It was wonderful. I sat back and just let it flow. There was little embarrassment this time because no one around me had any idea I was wetting myself. Chris grabbed my hand as I continued to fill my diaper. I could have come with very little effort if my private area could have received any attention at all. That was not to happen in public, and it had now been days with no sex. I was dying, and I knew Chris probably was ready to jump my bones too. Chris wheeled me over to a family restroom that allowed just one person or couple at a time. He was able to wheel my stroller right in the restroom, and he locked the door for privacy. I thought this would be a typical diaper change, but nothing is typical with Chris. This time when he opened my little protective chastity heart to clean me up, he showed me two plastic vibrating eggs and proceeded to bury them deep within my pussy. He then closed the little cage door protecting my pussy and snapped the lock shut. These particular eggs didn't have any wires, but I was sure they must be some kind of vibrator. I was both excited and intrigued. "Kim, I want to share in your next diaper wetting." "In fact, I want to trigger your next wet diaper." "When I think you have had enough to drink, I will set the eggs in motion with this remote control." "I don't want you to pee until you feel the vibrations." "If I check your diaper, and you are wet, and I haven't set off the vibrating eggs, you will be severely punished." "Don't test me on this one." I could only respond with a nod of my head and did so. Wow, vibrating eggs in my pussy, and they are operated by remote control! Today was a much better day. Chris continued to serve me large drinks. I drank them with the anticipation of feeling the vibrating eggs humming deep within my most intimate area. It didn't take any time at all for my need to pee hit a peak. I motioned to Chris that I had to pee. He ignored me. Could I hold out for the vibrating signal, or would I be punished for peeing? I was squirming in the stroller. It got so bad that I put my hand in my crotch and tried to hold back the flow. The chastity heart kept my hand from having any real impact. I was swaying back and forth in agony. Finally, the most delightful feeling in the world swept over me. The eggs began to vibrate inside my pussy. I couldn't have imagined a better feeling. I don't know what felt better at first. The fact that I was finally allowed to wet myself and relieve the pressure in my bladder or the eggs dancing inside my pussy. My only hope was that Chris wouldn't turn off the vibrating eggs too soon. I didn't realize how I must have looked nor did I care, but I was moaning in sure delight. My diaper was filling and the sensations coming from deep inside me were incredible. It is probably lucky that I was wearing a mouth guard because I practically screamed when my orgasm hit me. Wave after wave of orgasms ripped through me. I was left totally exhausted. I wanted to thank Chris so much, but was unable to do so. I knew the next time we went to the family restroom I could show him my appreciation. That time came almost immediately as I was wheeled to the restroom. In the privacy of the locked restroom, I was able to get down on my knees while Chris traded places momentarily and sat in the stroller. I unzipped his jeans and gave him a blow job. I couldn't use my tongue trapped as it was, but Chris was able to stick his cock deep into my throat. I tried something new on Chris and stuck my wet finger in his bum while I sucked on his erect cock. He squirmed up and down on my finger, so he was obviously enjoying the sensation. He must have really liked it because his load shot into my mouth with such force, and he cried out like I had never heard him do before. Wow, what an incredible day. Before I got off my knees, Chris stood up and looked me in my eyes. "Kim, the week is up." "You have finished your regression therapy." "I am going to take you home, remove your mouth guard, remove your chastity "friend" and you will be free to go about your normal activities." My disappointment must have been all over my face. Chris picked up on my frown and said, "You know Kim, we still have all the baby gear." "If I feel a need to discipline you again, count on some sort of regression therapy to help bring you back to being my submissive wife." I will not be removing the silver pacifier that is dangling between your legs. And of course, the two tattoos of the diaper pins are permanently on your body. These will be a constant reminder that you are my diaper slave. I want you to always wonder each time you take a drink, if your next pee will be in a toilet or if you will be forced to release your pee into a waiting diaper. As my diaper slave, you will never know when the next diaper will be taped or pinned on you. I wrapped my arms around his legs and kissed his penis in appreciation. Once again Chris triggered the vibrating eggs buried deep inside me, and he helped me back into the stroller. It was going to be an interesting ride home. The End
  11. My Agonizing Journey to Babyhood – 19 By: Heather23 Edited by: DaddyRich Chapter 19 - I have regressed to baby status Chris led me by my child harness into our home. Immediately he lifted my dress and put his hand into my training panties. "Kim you are wet!" "Officially, you have earned the new status as an infant." "Let's get you changed into diapers, because it is obvious that you are not to be trusted in training pants." I was led upstairs and Chris removed all my clothing. I knew the ritual and laid down on the waiting diaper. It was one of the new ones we just purchased. I could tell instantly that these were the thickest diapers I had ever worn. They were cute too if I had to admit it. They crinkled loudly as I moved around. Chris then put me into the red rubber romper, that we purchased. It was just as Nicole had described. It fit like rubber panties on the bottom and snapped in the back, it did a great job completely covering the thick disposable! I started to stand up and Chris pulled me back down. "In your baby status there are new rules: "You are not allowed to walk. You will crawl from room to room. You will be kept in a diaper 24 hours a day! I know how much you hate to poop in a diaper, but you have left yourself no other option. When you need to pee or poop, you will use your diaper until your baby status ends at the end of the week. I am also going to put your hands in the bondage mittens you wore the other night because babies can't do things for themselves. You will wear the mittens at all times unless of course I am giving you your bath. The mittens will ensure that you cannot remove your diapers, feed yourself, or doing much of anything. I will put child safety latches on doors so that your bondage mittens will restrict you to certain rooms. Obviously you will be dressed in baby clothes and I will talk to you as a parent would talk to his baby." I was crying as Chris told me how my next few days would be in my new status as a baby. I knew that Chris had the strength over me to put his plan in place. Being treated as a complete baby and for several days was going to be horrible I thought. It is one thing to play a baby game for a day, but another one to live your life 24/7 as an infant. Would he really make me mess my diaper? I continued to sob. Chris then instructed me to open my mouth and not even thinking, I did as I was told. Chris slipped something in my mouth, and it fit over my lower row of teeth. He told me to bite down on the object real hard and hold it until he told me to stop. Chris held my jaw closed for "encouragement." "OK, Kim, you can open your mouth." I did as I was told, but panicked when I realized what had happened to me. I could open my mouth, but some kind of mouth guard now was adhered to my bottom row of teeth. My tongue was trapped under the plastic mouthpiece. I tried to speak, but with my tongue stuck under the mouth plate, no audible words left my mouth. (If you want to know how awful this was, try talking with your tongue on the floor of your mouth. It is impossible to speak.) "I need to get baby's bondage mittens on baby Kimberly, so the mouth guard will stay in place." So that is why Chris did what he did to me in his dentist office. He was fitting me for this mouth guard. I tried to resist Chris from putting the bondage mittens on me because I knew that this was my last chance to have any control over anything for the next few days. Chris wrestled me to my back and sat on me while he methodically put the bondage mittens on my hands. He immediately locked them in place. "OK, my little baby Kimberly, you look like you are all set to be a good little baby." "I especially like your little rubber romper you are wearing." "Your diapered bottom looks so cute in back." "Crawl around for me, so I can truly see how my baby looks." I hesitated. Chris said, "I have ways of making baby behave, so I suggest Baby Kim does as she is told." I complied and crawled in circles around the room. Chris was smiling and I knew he was pleased. I was worried. We had a playpen in our house for my sister's kids when they came to visit and on rare occasions we used it for our baby games. Chris picked me up and carried me downstairs. He gently lowered me in the playpen. I didn't notice it at first, but there was a small chain coming through a hole in the middle of the playpen. On the end of the chain was a single leather restraint. Chris took the leather restraint and strapped it around one of my ankles. "There that should keep baby in her playpen while Daddy is busy." I tried to protest, but no audible words came out. "Now, now baby Kim, just sit in there and play with your toys." Chris left the room and I immediately tried to see if I could remove my restraint. Chris didn't lock it on my ankle, so I thought I could remove it. However, I soon learned that with the bondage mittens secured to my hands, I was unable to undo the buckle. This was so frustrating. When Chris locks me in something I understand that I can't get out, but this was different. A simple buckle was keeping me in place. I tried to crawl over to the side of the playpen to see about the length of the chain and if I could crawl over the side of the playpen. I was able to crawl to the edge, but the length of the chain would only allow me to kneel at the side of the playpen. The chain was too short to allow me to leave the playpen. More frustration for me. There was no barred cage, but just a simple playpen that was keeping me as Chris's little captured baby. Chris came back and brought me a baby bottle full of juice. "Baby Kim, I want you to be a good baby and finish your bottle." "I will bring you a new bottle in 15 minutes." I expect you to finish each bottle or Daddy will have to spank you." I knew he would, so with my bondage mittens constricting the use of my hands, I awkwardly picked up the bottle with both hands and began to suck on the nipple. I had no problem sucking on a baby bottle with the mouth guard in place, but thought it would really be difficult to drink out of a cup. I looked around my playpen. I looked down at my red rubber romper. I was a baby. Unable to leave my playpen. Unable to talk. Unable to use the bathroom. Chris had me exactly where he wanted me and I had no way to protest. Several bottles of juice brought on my need to pee. I was drinking so much that it seemed like I was wetting my diaper every 15 minutes. True to what Nicole said in the store, these new disposable diapers were soaking up all the pee I could deliver. My diaper was so wet and so heavy. When I moved in the playpen, I felt like such a baby. Eventually Chris changed me, but did so while I was on my back laying in the playpen. During each diaper change he would open the chastity cage between my legs and clean and powder my pussy before locking it shut again. Chris told me, "My little Kimberly, I am worried about you." "You have not pooped today." "If you have not pooped by this evening, Daddy is going to have to give you an enema." The word enema was all I needed to hear. I hated enemas. But what choice did I have? Could I really just poop in my diaper on my own? It wasn't that I didn't need to poop. In fact the urge had been there for some time. It was getting up the courage to purposely poop in my diaper that was stopping me. I didn't like my options, but thought I would poop on my own terms. I was not going to let Chris put me through the humiliation of an enema and then go through the horrible experience of messing my diaper throughout the night. My thought was if I could poop by myself in my diaper, it would be awful, but it would be done. I waited until Chris was out of the room. I didn't want an audience for what I knew was going to be disgusting. I got up on my hands and knees. I felt that this would be the best position to poop in a diaper. I started to push. It seemed so terribly wrong. Here I was, a college degreed woman, a part-time professional model, and I was trying to poop in a diaper. I pushed hard, but it wasn't easy. The diaper was taped tight across my body. Finally, a final push and a load was delivered to my diaper. I was immediately disgusted. I loved baby games, but this was punishment. I could even smell the disgusting aroma of my dirty diaper. I didn't want to sit down, so I stayed in the same position. I wanted to call out to Chris, but again I learned that the mouth guard prevented me from calling his name. Almost as bad as pooping in my diaper was what happened next. I had to pee and couldn't hold it. I released the pee into my diaper. I just cried like a baby. Eventually I laid down on my stomach to wait for my diaper change. The smell was revolting. Chris walked into the room. "Wow, I guess my little baby pooped her diaper." "Baby Kim smells pretty nasty." "Daddy will return to change you in just a few minutes." So is this how a baby feels? Waiting and waiting...to be fed...to be changed...and changed again. Chris came back after several minutes with wipes and a new diaper. It took him awhile to fully clean me, and then he took me for a bath so that I could get ready for dinner and bed. To Be Continued… One last chapter
  12. 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!
  13. Chapter 18 – Putting on the Party Dress and finishing touches Both Chris and Nicole helped me get dressed. I was put in the thickest training pants I could have imagined. Next, the satin panties with the rubber lining were put over my training pants. Finally, the dress was put on me. I looked in the mirror, wow. Staring back at me was me, but as a little girl all dressed up for a party. "Chris, I almost forgot, Kim will need some shoes to go with this outfit." Nicole put shiny black Mary-Jane style shoes on my feet. "There, she is all set," Nicole said. Chris was not through yet. "I would also like to put the child's harness on her," Chris added. "I want to see if Kimberly is better behaved when she can't run away from me." "Forget the nipple clamps for now; I believe the harness and leash will be enough to remind Kimberly to behave." The two of them strapped the awful leather harness over my party dress and I could feel the leash dangling at my back. Chris then took several small locks and locked the various straps so that I couldn't remove the harness and leash. I thought to myself that the locks weren't necessary. Where would I run off to dressed like I was? Chris paid for the items and Nicole held my leash as Chris went outside to put the bags in the car. Chris came back into the store, grabbed my leash from Nicole, and thanked her for all of her help. Nicole said, "If she regresses any further, let me know." "I think I have some other items you might be interested in." Chris thanked her again and with a tug on my leash I stepped outside dressed in my short little party dress. I was so conscious of how silly I looked. My ruffled panties were peaking out from under my dress. There was a thickness between my legs caused by the thick training pants. And of course, Chris had me in the awful harness. I wanted to run to the car to get out of the public's sight. I pulled on my harness, but Chris just took his time and yanked me back. "Kimberly, I like your new harness." "It is so easy to control you now." The very word control made me shutter. Chris placed me in my car seat once again, and we left. My urge to pee had returned. "Master, may we stop at a rest area?" I knew his response, but I had to ask. "Kim, just hold it until we get home!" Chris took his time getting us home and in fact went through a drive-through restaurant to get us something to drink. Chris transferred my milk into a sippy-cup and told me to drink it. I did as I was told. I started to really complain that I needed to pee. "Kimberly, I will stop this car right now and spank you if you persist!" "But I am going to wet myself." I cried. "That is it!" Chris pulled over the car and turned to face me. "Your complaining will now earn you baby status if I find that you have wet yourself on the way home." "You are to keep your training pants dry, is that understood?" "A big girl keeps her panties dry!" I nodded, but knew I was doomed. There would be no way to stay dry in my current state. It was inevitable. I was going to pee in my training pants. I was sitting in my car seat squirming like mad. I had no resistance left and let go. Strapped to my car seat and peeing at the same time was quite the experience. I peed forever, but didn't let on to Chris that I was wetting myself. We drove for a little longer and then Chris asked, "Do I smell something?" "It smells like Kimmie may have peed her panties." "I hope she didn't for her sake." Our car pulled into our driveway. To Be Continued…
  14. This is another story I thought I would put on here. This is going to take place during Harry's first year at Hogwarts, through to deathly hallows with some differences. With that being said I will try to keep to the original timeline as much as possible, but there will be some difference in it. Chapter 1 Harry Jame Potter was on the train to on the way to start his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was looking forward to learning magic and he was glad it got him away from the Dursley's for the majority of the year. He'd read all of his textbooks in the month before boarding the train and they were very interesting. He had learnt alot in those books and couldn't wait to learn the practical side of the books. He wished he had got to visit the toilet before coming on to the train though, even though he knew there was normally one on the train, he just didnt know where it was. He wasnt desperate, but he was certainly feeling the need to go. 'Is anyone sitting there?' asked a gingered-haired boy who he had seen on the platform. 'No', said Harry shaking his head from his thoughts. 'Can I sit there?' asked the boy. Harry nodded. He wondered whether this boy would be worth making friend with, he hoped so. 'Are you really Harry Potter?' the boy blurted out. Harry nodded. 'Oh I thought it was one of Fred and George's jokes', the boy said. 'No, I'm Harry Potter', Harry said. 'I'm Ron Weasley', said the boy. 'How many brothers do you have?' asked Harry who just wanted to get to the know Ron. 'Five. Bill and Charlie already left school. Percy is the oldest at school now', Ron shrugged. 'What do your brothers do now they've left school?' asked Harry, wondering what wizards did when they left school. 'Charlie works in Romania studying dragons and Bill's in Africa doing something for Gringotts', said Ron. 'Wish I had brothers', Harry said. 'Nah, you dont,' said Ron. 'I'm the sixth one to come here. You don't get anything new either. I have Charlie's old wand and Bills old robes, and Percy's old rat'. Harry didn't know what to say about that so he changed the subject. 'Have you read the textbooks for school?' asked Harry. 'Yeah, didn't have any choice in the matter. My mum made me read them. Not that I took much in mind you', said Ron. 'I read them too', Harry said keeping quite on the fact he had found them enjoyable. 'Bet I'm the worst in the class', he said voicing something that had been troubling him for a while. 'Nah, you won't be. Loads of people come from muggle families and they learn fast enough', said Ron. 'Although it wouldnt matter'. 'Don't suppose it would', said Harry. 'Do you know what house you'll be in?' asked Ron. 'No', said Harry. 'Well none of us do really', said Ron. 'I expect I would be in Gryffindor. All my family is in there. Although I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad and Hufflepuff are alright, but imagine being in Slytherin, I think I would leave, wouldn't you?' 'I don't know. I heard Slytherin has got its bad reputation from only some of the wizards its produced. Voldemort was one', Harry said. Ron gasped. 'You said You-Know-Who's name'. 'Didn't know I shouldn't', said Harry. 'See I have loads to learn'. 'Well you can say his name, but people are scared to. I just thought you of all people...well I suppose you've not really had much to do with things in the wizarding world', Ron said. Harry nodded and told Ron all about only finding out he was a wizard a month ago and having Dudley's cast-offs. '...and I didn't know about You-Know-Who or anything until Hagrid came', Harry finished. 'Blimey', said Ron. 'No wonder you was all alone on the platform'. The compartment door opened and a witch stuck her head through the door. 'Anything from the trolley, dears?' she asked. Harry who had skipped breakfast was starving. He wondered how many Mars Bars and other sweets he could buy that he could actually eat without Dudley snatching any from him. But the trolley didnt have Mars Bars, instead it had, chocolate frogs, liquirice wands, cauldron cake and pumpkin pasties. He brought some of everything and went back to his seat, tipping the contents on his seat. 'Hungry are you?' asked Ron. 'Starving', replied Harry picking up a chocolate frog. 'These arent really frogs, are they?' he asked. 'Nah, its the cards you want. Every chocolate frog has a card inside them, you know, to collect', explained Ron watching Harry unwrap it. It gave a giant leap and dove out of the window. 'Pathetic', said Ron. 'They only have one good jump in them to begin with'. 'Help yourself', said Harry wanting to share with Ron and enjoying being able to do that. Ron helped himself to his own chocolate frog and showed Harry how to catch it to be able to eat it. 'I've got Dumbledore', said Harry looking at the card he had gotten. 'I have about five of him', said Ron. 'Hey, he's gone', exclaimed Harry. 'you can't expect him to hang around all day can you', said Ron. 'You know, in muggle pictures, people stay still', said Harry in shock as Dumbledore sidled back into the card. 'Weird', said Ron. The train ride went on and they enjoyed themselves eating some of the sweets. Harry picked up some Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans and opened them. 'You want to be careful with those', warned Ron. 'When they say every flavour they mean every flavour. You get the ordinary ones like chocolate, strawberry, vanilla but you also get ones like, spinach, liver and tripe.' They had fun eating their way through the sweets. They were only interupted by a round faced boy who was looking for his toad. He came back with a girl in tow as Ron was trying to do some magic but before he could even start the spell he was interupted by her. She had a bossy sort of voice and bushy hair with rather large front teeth. 'You doing magic?' she asked taking a seat beside Ron. 'Lets see it then'. Ron cleared his throat and said: Sunshine, daisies butter mellow Turn this stupid, Fat rat yellow There was a flash of bright light and Scabber the rat was jjust sat on Rons lap just as normal as he was before. 'Are you sure that's a real spell?' asked the girl who had introduced herself as Hermione. 'It's not very good is it. I've tried a few simple ones myself and theyve all worked for me'. She said all this very fast. 'For example'. She pointed her wand at Harry's glasses and said, 'Occulus reparo', and they fixed themselves. 'Goodness, your Harry Potter', said Hermione as Harry took off his glasses to examine them and put them back on again. Harry nodded. 'I;ve read all about you. Your in quite a few books you know. Your in Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts', said Hermione. 'Am I?' asked Harry feeling overwhelmed. He had gotten a few extra books for reading so he could get to know what he had done in greater detail, not that he could actually say that. He was beginning to hate being famous. 'Yes, didn't you know', said Hermione. 'I would've found out anything I could if i was you,' she said as she stood up. She told them that they had better get their ribes on before she exited the compartment with Neville trailing behind her. Before they could so mch open their trunks the door opened again and in flanked a pale and pointed-face boy with platnium blonde hair. Harry recognised him immediately from Diagon Alley. After a short discussion they left but not after trying to steal some of Harry's sweets and causing Scabbers to bite one of the boys with him. 'You've met Malfoy before?' asked Ron as he picked up a now sleeping Scabbers. Harry nodded and told him about how he had met Malfoy there. 'I've heard about his family', said Ron darkly. 'Their big supporters of You-Know-Who'. They finally got changed and Hermione walked back again and after a stern look after finding out the mess she went away again as the train started to slow to a stop. Harry was glad he had used the toilet when he had gotten changed after Ron had pointed it out to him, otherwise he would be feeling the need to go again through nerves. The train stopped and they were told to leave their luggage on the train as it was being brought up separately and left the train. 'Firs' years, firs' years this way', called a familiar voice and Harry saw Hagrid's enormous body come into view. They followed him to some boats and crossed a lake and up to the front doors where Hagrid knocked on the door and they entered behind a woman dressed in green robes, and hair tied into a tight bun.
  15. Hey guys, So I’m a fan of both pants/diaper accidents both intentional and not. But when it comes to adult diapers I only see fictions and things with regression and age play. I’m not a big fan of it personally. No shaming or judgment of course to each their own. I would never yuck someone’s yum. But, does anyone know of any thing that’s more leaning towards just adult diaper usage without the ageplay/regression? Or I would just love to see more of that on here in general. Thanks for reading guys!
  16. My Agonizing Journey to Babyhood – 17 By: Heather23 Edited by: DaddyRich Chapter 17 – The humiliated toddler is still shopping "Well if little Kimmie is finished peeing for a while, we can move on to what you came here for," Nicole said. "Let's get her some new clothes and I have a few other items you may like," she added. All of her conversations were directed at Chris. I was just a little girl and insignificant. "First, Chris, you will want to get her some training pants." Nicole produced several pairs of training pants that looked exactly like the real thing, but in a larger size, my size to be exact. There were many colors and some even had babyish designs on them. The first pair she held up was all white. She told me to step into them, and she pulled them on me. Nicole went on to explain the features of everything she had me try on that day. "You will notice how well these training pants fit your little toddler." "These training pants also have multiple layers sewn into the crotch so that when little Kimmie wets herself, these training pants will collect most of her pee." "You must know that these are just for training Kim and will not be as effective as a diaper." Nicole went on, "I would suggest that you still put Kim in a very thick diaper at night, especially if she is prone to wet the bed." Next Nicole brought out several frilly dresses in my size, but they looked like something a small child would wear to a birthday party. I was instructed to try on the dresses. They were very short and multilayered. Very cute, if I say so myself. Chris chose two of these to buy. I also tried on several articles of clothing made of plastic and/or rubber that a baby or toddler might wear. This clothing was sized for an adult too! Nicole asked Chris if he would like a child harness for me. Chris seemed interested and asked to see one. Nicole brought out the child harness and held it up. I had seen little kids in these harnesses out in public, and I always thought they looked more like leashes. I thought it was appalling for parents to lead their kids around on a leash, and now I may be made to wear one. Nicole took off my shirt and buckled the harness around my chest. She snapped the leash to the harness at the center of my back. Nicole went on to explain, "There are several things about this particular child harness that I think you will like." She was obviously talking to Chris. "First, it is made of very sturdy leather." "It is yellow so that it can be used for little boys or little girls." "It has a nice shape made of leather of two teddy bears in front where the straps meet." "When you don't feel that buckles are secure enough to hold and control your toddler, each strap can be locked so that Kimmie can't slip out of it." "If Kimmie tries to run off, just pull on the leash, and she should learn that she must stay close to you." Nicole told me to take a few steps and I did. Suddenly Nicole pulled me hard with the leash and I almost fell off my feet. "See how effectively I can control little Kimmie?" Chris seemed generally interested. "There is one more feature that you can add to this harness that you may want." She went on, "While your girl is learning how to behave in a harness, you can add these little nipple clamps for better control." I tried to step away from Nicole, but she held my leash firm. "How do they work?" Chris inquired. Nicole pulled on the end of one of my tits so that it became hard. She then attached the first nipple clamp. She did the same thing with my other tit. Attached to the nipple clamps were two small chains. The chains were attached to the harness. "Let me demonstrate," Nicole said. "When little Kim is prepared this way, pulling on her leash also pulls on her tits." "Obviously, Kim will be more cooperative with these additions." Chris seemed sold but asked to test it out. Nicole patiently showed Chris how he could make me stop instantly with a quick tug of the leash. Chris gave the leash a slight tug and I yelled out in pain. Chris said, "I will buy it!" Nicole wasn't finished showing Chris items to purchase for me. Nicole went on, "Chris, here are some pretty panties that match the dresses you are purchasing today." "You will see they are satin just like the dresses." "The nice features of these particular panties are the quality and the ruffles on the rear of the panties plus they are lined on the inside with a noisy plastic." "These ruffles will look exceptional peeking out from under Kimmie's short party dress." "I know that Kimmie is prone to wet a lot, and these satin panties are lined on the inside with a rubber panty." "Little Kimmie can wear a diaper and these little ruffled panties and her dress will stay pretty and dry." I was just standing there listening and probably bright red from my embarrassment. Chris examined the panties closely and said he would take two pairs to match the dresses. "Chris, you also told me on the phone that Kimmie wets a lot at night, and she even soaked the bedding last night." "I have some disposable diapers that I think you will want to purchase for Kimmie." Nicole brought out a sample of the diaper. I hadn't seen a diaper like this one. It was certainly made in an adult's size, but it had little images of teddy bears on the plastic cover. "Chris, feel how thick these diapers are." "They are made exceptionally thick to last for multiple wettings." "You won't have to constantly worry about changing Kimmie, because these diapers can hold plenty!" "The only downside is that the diapers are so thick that they don't fit well under normal clothing, they are also very crinkly, so she will be heard." "As long as you dress Kimmie appropriately as a toddler or baby, that won't be a problem." Chris said that he would buy three dozen diapers. "I know that you are purchasing a lot for your little girl, but I have some jeans that I want to show you." Nicole held up some bib overalls. "You will see these look like something a little girl might wear because they have snaps on the inside of the legs of the pants." "This makes changing Kimmie that much easier because you don't have to fully undress her." "There is also ample room in the crotch so that a thick diaper can easily be accommodated." Chris loved the look of these and said he would buy these as well. "I know you have been staring at the plastic one-piece outfit, would you like me to show it to you?" Nicole asked. Chris responded, "yes!" "This is a particularly cute item that we just got in." She held up the plastic garment. It was light blue, had little animals on it, and was semi-transparent. "First, it is a plastic romper, you will notice that it is a one-piece design." "There is elastic at the legs and around the waist, so the bottom half is just like plastic pants." "What I think is cute is that the plastic continues in front, and it zips up in the back of the garment. If she is wearing plastic panties already, this would be an extra layer of protection, since we both know Kimmie is a heavy wetting toddler" "I personally tried one on to see how it fit." "It instantly makes you feel like a total baby when you put it on." "The effect on the wearer is amazing, and it looks great too." Chris added several of these plastic rompers in a variety of colors, including transparent!, to the growing pile of items to purchase. One was even in bright red shiny rubber. Secretly I liked the rubber one the best, but I certainly didn't want to act as if I wanted anything to do with these clothes. "I think you have everything you need," Nicole said. "Will you want Kimmie to wear any of these items home?" "After all, her jeans are still wet." "Yes, but could you get my little Kim another cup of juice?" he asked. (This was my fourth cup since we arrived.) "Certainly," she responded. Chris looked at the items and selected a party dress for me to wear home. He also selected the matching satin panties with the ruffles on them. "Nice choices," Nicole said to Chris. "May I suggest a pair of training pants or would you like to go with one of these thick disposable diapers for Kimmie?" Chris's response: "Let's put her in training pants." "She is going to have to learn how to hold her pee." "I think I will wait until tonight to put her in her new diapers, unless of course she regresses again." Chris went on to explain the regression therapy to Nicole and how I had "earned" toddler status for the moment. Nicole started laughing at me. "I bet she regresses to a baby soon." "She doesn't seem like the type who can behave herself very long." Chris agreed. To Be Continued….
  17. Moderators: If this is not the correct forum for this content, please direct me to the appropriate board, and I will post it there. There are tons of ABDL games out there which put the player into the role of a high schooler/child. Others see you start the game as an adult and regress into a child, while interacting with other "children" who have suffered the same fate. But what about those of us who are into desperation and diapers, but would prefer to remain an adult? Enter Penny's Labyrinth. This is a text-based adventure game which begins with your eventful entry to Penny's Adult Nursery / Training School. Accompanied by Penny, the labyrinth's eponymous caretaker, you, the player, will journey through a labyrinth filled with dungeons, dragons, ...and diapers. Will you be able to escape, or will you stay here forever? Planned/Current Features Seven different areas to explore, each littered with useful items and interesting interactives (2 completed so far) Eight different NPCs to befriend, each with their own design, dialogue, and one or more wetting/mess and/or sex scenes (which you have the option to opt out of based on kink preferences) (1 completed so far) Character art for every NPC- commissioned from artists across the NSFW community (1 completed so far) Inclusive gameplay - During character creation, you will enter your character's name, select their gender (Male/Female/Nonbinary), and select your genitals (to accommodate all players out there) (Completed) Realistic stats - Manage bodily needs, diaper attraction, continence, and even arousal while traversing the labyrinth. Wetting/messing erodes your continence, and your environment will If you run out of food, Penny can magic some up for you- but you may not like what it does... (Completed) Random encounters with over 20 different enemies, each with its own unique (3+) moveset, loss scene, and submit scene (5 completed so far, and encounter script is completed) Over 30 different pieces of equipment, including clothing, weapons, and 6 types of underclothes (10 completed so far, including 3 types of underclothes) Over 100 different wetting/messing scenes, which consist of both text and (short) wetting/messing gifs, with different gifs (and scenes) for underwear, pull ups and diapers.
  18. Hi guys and girls. Welcome to the new adventure! I’m super excited by this, as it’s a collaboration with one of my best friends @Buggy2013. The Bugster is a phenomenal, yet under appreciated writer on here. We have been doing personal role playing games like forever, and honestly, she leaves me for dead. This young lady will author a mainstream best seller one day, so get in on the ground floor for free. This is obviously a collaboration between her and I. As is our standard practice for years, we collaborate on the story, agree on how and when the chapter will finish, then let loose. Leaving the other to pick up the ball and run with it. We will be taking turns with chapters, unless something comes up to delay it, as it usually does. We’ve been doing shared RP stories for years, so we know what to expect. As for the story itself? It’s taken a long time for us to mutually agree on a shared storyline. This is set in like an alternate universe scenario, where diapers are a lot more mainstream than what we’re used too. We both sincerely hope that you enjoy our efforts. Chapter 1. Diaper Man. Into the Diaper Verse. The final bell of the week sounded shrilly, bringing forth a collective sigh of relief across the campus, and none sighed so deeply as Cameron Wilkes, who immediately shut his laptop down and packed it away. There was an undercurrent of excitement through the freshman class of Advanced Programming 101, as the collective group of 18-19 year olds started packing up, all ready with their own plans for the upcoming long weekend. His plans may have seemed boring to many of his classmates, but they were his plans, and he was looking forward to them. As Cameron made his way to the student parking lot, he kept his head down, aware of the whispers and not too subtle pointing that occasionally occurred behind his back. Over the past few weeks this unwanted attention had gradually waned amongst his freshman year, but he was still an object of interest amongst the wider college population. After all, you couldn’t be the son of one of the richest men on the planet and not expect to attract any attention. His appearance certainly didn’t lead itself to be anything out of the ordinary, especially considering the appearance of most of his fellow students. Dressed in Levi’s, sneakers and a plain t-shirt, he was decidedly less expensively dressed than most of his fellow students. After all, this was one of the most expensive private colleges in the country, and most of the young adults in attendance dressed in a way befitting it’s reputation. Designer clothes abounded in every direction, as did top end devices, and personal accessories. The students parking lot required navigation around luxury cars of every description. Mercedes, BMW, Lexus and Teslas were scattered throughout. It was with a sigh of relief that Cameron finally shut the door of his new Mustang, closing his eyes for a moment before starting the powerful car and pulling out. He didn’t especially enjoy the drive to and from school, but it was at least a bit less attention grabbing than being dropped off in one of the limos. The drive back to his family estate wasn’t too long, around half an hour to just past the outskirts of town, and he relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of slowly building pressure that had been building up in his bladder over the past few hours. He’d used the bathroom at lunchtime, but not since, and if anything he’d increased his fluid intake during the afternoon. By now, he was definitely feeling the need to pee building up, although not to any massive urgency just yet, but of course it would only get worse from here on in. That didn’t matter of course, as the young man already had special plans in place for emptying his bladder a bit later on that evening. A push of a button caused the massive wrought iron gates to swing open inwardly, and he followed the paved driveway up to the horseshoe shaped turnaround in front of the main house, with its impressive marble steps and columns, it’s imposing three story height towering almost menacingly over the beautifully landscaped gardens with their tastefully placed statues and fountains. He suppressed a smile at the sight of his favourite fountain, displaying a naked, winged Cupid urinating freely into a koi pond below. It was pretty much exactly as he was starting to feel right then. A sudden rumble of thunder passed overhead and he felt a large drop of rain landing on his face. The forecast thunderstorms were almost here, although they wouldn’t impede his plans at all, unless the power went out. Of course that wouldn’t be a big problem, as his house was almost completely self sufficient due the the installation of a bank of Wilkes Batteries, a storage system for the extra power supplied by the amazing array of solar panels that kept the house supplied in even the worst of blackout conditions. The impressive double doors swung open before he was halfway up the steps, held back by an immaculately dressed man wearing a suit, complete with waistcoat and bow tie. “Good afternoon young master Wilkes,” the butler said with a warm and friendly smile. “How was your day?” Cameron smiled. “It was ok thanks Curtis. But I’m glad it’s over. Tell me, did Dad make it away okay?” “He did sir. Robert delivered him to the airport with time to spare. I believe the company jet should be safely in the air by now.” Cameron smiled, and the manservant observed how the tension seemed to just melt away from the young man’s shoulders at the news that his father was safely away. It was no secret amongst the staff that the elder and younger Wilkses didn’t exactly get on very well together. “Shall I get Robert to put your car away sir?” “Yes please Curtis, that would be great. Then you and Mrs Cooper can take an early finish if you like. Robert too.” Curtis nodded his acknowledgment. “Thank you sir. But what about your dinner?” Cameron smiled. “Dads away Curtis. I feel like frozen pizza tonight, just don’t tell him!” Curtis chuckled conspiratorially. “As you wish sir. Your secret will be safe with us. Thank you sir.” Whilst he waited for the staff to leave, Cameron helped himself to a lemon mineral water, and settled himself into the leather recliner in the downstairs lounge, switched on the almost impossibly large flat screen, then crossed his legs and pinched his manhood through the denim jeans that he wore. His need to urinate was swiftly building now, and the sparkling water would only make things worse. Or better. Depending on your point of view. Cameron switched on a basketball game, although he didn’t pay any attention to it. His primary focus now was on how badly he needed to pee, and exactly how he planned to deal with it later. His stash of diapers was waiting for him hidden in the back of his upstairs computer room….. The young mans excitement level was building, but tempered by the knowledge of what would happen if he was caught again. He didn’t think that the household staff would actually narc on him, as they were all aware of the fractious relationship that he had with his father, and had all been witness to the huge argument that had transpired when his old man had discovered him wearing diapers before. Again he sighed, face automatically burning with the embarrassment of the memories. His full bladder was starting to feel uncomfortable now, so he got to his feet and started wandering aimlessly around the room, staring distractedly at the array of framed photos and pictures that adorned the walls. Most of them showed his old man shaking hands or mingling with other big business leaders or heads of state. His father had been snapped with Trump, Bezos, Musk, and many celebrities. The other pictures showed the gradual building and expansion of Wilkes Power, the largest privately owned power company on the planet. Wilkes Power had a foothold on every populated continent on the planet, dabbling in everything from nuclear, hydro, sun, wind and coal, depending on the location and resources available. Power meant POWER, however you achieved it, and the wealth it bought with it was substantial. Cameron pulled at his crotch like a little kid, as he thought back to the “Big Argument.” He’d always been a gamer. It gave him an outlet, and some much needed anonymity. After his mother had passed away just shy of his eleventh birthday, and with his already detached father becoming even more so, the world of online gaming had been a saving grace. In the beginning, he’d simply logged on and played. Sometimes online, sometimes on one of his disc based machines, and had had no trouble at all with letting himself become completely immersed in his gaming worlds. He’d become so immersed however, that he’d actually put off bathroom breaks for too long, and had wet himself on more than a few occasions. Personally, it didn’t bother him too much. In fact, he’d secretly enjoyed it, but their housekeeper/nanny of the time had reported finding his wet pants in the laundry a few times, which had resulted in a stern talking to from his dad. When he was thirteen, he had learned of other gamers wearing diapers as they played, and he’d immediately jumped at that idea. Although he was a kid, he had money, freedom, and a driver, so apart from the initial embarrassment of actually purchasing, he was easily able to procure them. They worked well, and he was always careful about hiding and disposing of them, and so got away with it for a long time. By the time he was fifteen, he was boldly purchasing diapers online and getting them shipped directly to the house. After all, his dad was hardly ever home, they arrived in discreet packages, and the staff simply delivered them to his room and left the parcel on his bed. His dream run had ended three years ago, when he had been sixteen. It was his fault, and overconfidence had played a part in it. His father was away, and after a long session Cameron had lay on his bed wearing nothing but a very wet nappy, something that he was starting to do rather frequently, as he’d discovered the personal pleasures that he associated with wearing a used diaper. But he’d fallen asleep. Then, when his dad came home early and unexpectedly, knocking on his door loud enough to wake him but not waiting for an invitation before walking in, he had been well and truly caught out. Cameron crossed his ankles at the thought. It actually hadn’t been too bad. He clumsily explained about how he liked to wear while gaming, and although his old man had been annoyed and weirded out, it hadn’t gone any further than young Cameron promising not to do it anymore. The second time he’d been caught was much worse. His package had arrived, but one of the staff had mistakenly left in in his fathers study. When dad had opened it up, he had hit the roof. Cameron had been made to stand in front of the staff while his father loudly berated him, then the staff were all instructed to not leave any more packages unopened for his son, before grounding him for a week without any gaming or phone. Overall, for a sixteen year old, it had been utterly mortifying, and Cameron was sure that the household staff all looked differently at him from then on. But, time marches on. He never ordered diapers online again, but after getting his license and own car, he occasionally bought them himself, smuggling them inside when his father wasn’t home. He made sure that he only ever wore them when he was home alone, and never disposed of them in the household trash. His opportunity to wear was diminished, although he knew that he had more opportunity to wear than other diaper loving kids his own age, and he taught himself patience, using them only when he was sure that he would be left alone. Tonight was one of those times. His father would be out of the country for a few days, and once the staff left, he would be free to put one on. The staff were ready to leave within twenty uncomfortable minutes, in which time Cameron had started to physically do a potty dance. When the knock on the door occurred, he had to take stern control of himself to stay calm and settled, and bid them farewell for the night, hoping that none of them noticed the little beads of sweat that were forming just below his hairline as he struggled to hold onto to his pee. After some last minute dallying and reassurance from him that it was okay to leave early, he closed and locked the door, and ran up the stairs holding his cock tightly through his jeans. Cameron’s mind was racing along with his heartbeat. His desire to wear and wet a diaper was foremost in his mind, but not the only thing. There was something else that he was almost as excited for. Cameron had been intrigued by the mysterious Dark Web. Not for any nefarious or even particular reason, except it was there, he was a computer whiz, and he needed to explore it for himself. The past month or so had been an intense project of building a super fast computer that could link up through multiple servers and various IP accounts around the world, to finally give him the chance to get in, explore, and get back out without being observed or detected. This was paramount. As important a figure as his father was, and knowing how various security agencies worldwide monitored Deep Web activity, he really couldn’t afford to be caught. His computer had been ready for weeks, but he had spent just as long working on a way to keep his presence untraceable. So long as he didn’t actually buy anything or download anything that would raise a flag, he was convinced that he could now come and go as he pleased. Tonight was the big test. He would diaper up, wet, then settle in for the greatest computer journey of his life, all in a delicious, wet fluffy heavenly diaper. A loud crack of thunder hit, loud enough to make him jump just as he reached his own personal computer room. His bladder twitched, and he felt a tiny squirt in his pants. It wasn’t much, but the mirror in the room showed a small wet patch on his Levi’s. He grinned. He’d almost had a real accident! That was unheard of and very exciting! It was like the ultimate thrill for a pants or diaper wetting aficionado. But as exciting as a pants wetting could be, it couldn’t compare to the thrill of wearing a diaper. He wasted no time in delving into to the pack that was stuffed away in the alcove/closet area, and pulling out a large, pull up style adult diaper. It’s physical appearance wasn’t as much of a turn on as the ABDL style diapers that he’d previously bought online, but these were easily available locally, cheap, effective, and still so God-Damn cute in a different sort of way that they still held an appeal for him. At the end of the day, diapers were diapers, and they were all appealing in their own way. He almost didn’t make it. Another tiny dribble leaked out when he started unfolding the big nappy. Simply the sight and feel of it was enough to cause an involuntary leak, which was such a turn on by itself, as real, genuine accidents weren’t easy to facilitate. The average person with reasonable bladder control would only experience a bladder control loss under the most exceptional circumstances, so any genuine loss of control was something special, something to be savoured, if you someone who secretly got off on that sort of thing of course. Cameron kicked his shoes off, using alternate feet to complete the task, one foot at a time before removing his pants. He then wasted no time at all, quickly stepping into the big pull up. A discarded pair of baggy grey sweatpants laid scrunched up on the floor beside the desk, a pair of dirty socks balled up inside. He remembered getting hot last night, and taking his sweats and socks off. He shook the pants out, and wasted no time stepping into them, pulling them up so tight between his legs, that the waistband was up over his stomach, old man style. Cameron would later think back and try to decide if he’d actually gotten the sweatpants pulled up before he lost control, the same as he would try and decipher whether he’d actually lost control or simply given up. After all, perhaps he could’ve/should’ve lasted a bit longer? Shouldn’t/Couldn’t he? Regardless. He hitched his sweats up and let go…… A torrent of hot pee erupted from his boyhood, which was safely nestled inside its special padded cocoon, quickly overwhelming it, then spreading the hot wetness in every direction, but especially downwards. These diapers were good, and well trusted by Cameron, but even he knew the difference between the diapers capacity to hold multiple small, gentle wettings over a period of time, compared to a full on soaking explosion such as this. As the padding between his legs swelled and warmed, he gritted his teeth with a grin, and waited for the inevitable leak. The wait wasn’t long. He felt a trickling warmth on the inside of his right thigh, and didn’t even attempt to restrain the grin of pleasure that he got when he looked down, and saw the dark wet patch on the inside of his leg and crotch area, where the diapers leg guard had failed, complete with the accompanying wet stripe that ran down his right leg, stopping just short of his white sock. He clamped down hard, managing to stop the flow before he completely emptied his bladder. Cameron sighed again, but this time with contentment. He was home. Safe and alone. Diapered and wet. Nobody would ever know. Cameron waddled over to the small bar fridge for another drink. He planned many more peeing games yet. A flash of lightning followed almost immediately by an enormous crack of lightning made him jump again as he penguin walked back to his desk where he sat down with a wet squelch in his chair, a thick towel folded on top for protection, the sodden padding pushing up underneath his balls, a constant reminder that he had wet himself, and not entirely on purpose. He wiggled his soggy butt into the chair as he fired his desktop system up, and slipped his sneakers on again. He preferred the laptop usually, but he simply couldn’t get enough processing power with it. He’d personally built this desktop system especially to cope with Dark Web access. Three screens, two keyboards, multiple access and backup via a myriad of fake identity accounts. Completely untraceable. Instant exit capability with automatic burning of all files and footprint. He was ready. While his left hand played distractedly with the wet patch on his pants, Cameron’s right hand was typing in the first of five, eighteen digit passwords that he had memorised. It was concentration time. He drank deeply from his fresh bottle. No matter what happened, he needed to be juiced up enough to pee his diaper again later. Accessing the dark web wasn’t as hard as a lot of people think, but accessing it in a way that was untraceable was an entirely different kettle of fish. Cameron patiently logged on through a series of burner accounts that he’d been carefully setting up over the past few weeks. Each account was highly secure, and he would be bouncing his signal around the globe, making it virtually impossible to trace anything back to his home computer. It was time consuming, but necessary. Lightning suddenly flared from outside his closed curtains, followed almost instantaneously by the largest crack of thunder yet, and Cameron grinned to himself as he squeezed his swollen diaper through the wet patch on his pants. The storm seemed like a perfect scenario for what he was doing, making him feel like a supervillain in a Marvel movie. His need to pee hadn’t diminished fully, after all, he had been holding for hours before letting go, and had stopped peeing well before his bladder had completely emptied. He drank deeply, slightly loosening his holding muscles for a few seconds, taking his eyes off the screen for a moment to watch a fresh wet spot appear on the other side of his pants, with his heavily swollen diaper leaking from the leg guards because he was sitting down. The front of his pants was now wet on both inner thighs, and his hand ran underneath his bottom, feeling a large round wet spot on his backside. He hoped that the folded towel that he was sitting on would protect his chair. He clamped down on his holding muscles again, feeling his penis twitching with frustration inside his soggy diaper. Although his bladder wasn’t as full as it had been before, the combination of partially relieving himself, his seated position, and the thick, fluffy warm padding cupping his testicles accelerated his urgency back to the levels it had been before his initial wetting. He shifted in his seat. He really did need to go again rather badly, but decided to wait until he was safely entrenched inside the dark web. Once inside, he would take a break, wet his diaper one more time, then change into a fresh one and dry pants before continuing. He enjoyed the feeling of urgency almost as much as he enjoyed wetting, and he was looking forward to experiencing a lot more of both as the night grew longer. He must show restraint and patience with everything he did, go step by step. He needed to be ready to hit his built in escape code should he need to exit the web quickly. Perhaps he should put his pizza in the oven first? He was getting hungry. He would get into the web, pee in his diaper, get changed, then eat before he got too distracted with his explorations. That sounded like a good plan. He took another long drink. Keeping his fluid levels up was important while he was enjoying a good diaper play session. Ugh! He quickly crossed his legs tightly. All of a sudden he’d almost wet himself accidentally! As exciting as that might be, he didn’t want that distraction just then. He just needed a few more minutes, then he’d let go and enjoy. His fingers moved swiftly over the keyboard, opening up many pathways with various codes. Another bladder twitch caused him to pause and wince. He was absolutely bursting! Pushing his chair back, he stood up, feeling his sweatpants clinging tightly to his inner legs, and his toes scrunched up tightly inside his sneakers, and took a shaky inhalation of breath. His left hand found its way onto the wet patch between his legs as he put firm pressure on the front of his diaper, which felt very heavy and saggy now he was standing. Last code. One more minute. Ankles crossed, penis twitching, hunched forward, and extremely desperate, his right hand typed in the last code. The screen went black. What the fuck? Then it went green. A different shade of green that he couldn’t remember seeing before, and a swirling symbol appeared in the middle. He was in! Cameron entered “Using Diapers” as a search option, as he prepared to step back and use his own once again. If he didn’t let go on purpose within the next minute or so, he was going to lose control anyway. Perhaps he could do so while watching some deep web content of other people using their own as well? Perhaps even a live stream? Lightning flared again, bigger and brighter than ever, and the atmosphere somehow changed. Cameron felt the hairs on his arms standing up, and he waited for the thunder. But there wasn’t any. His room suddenly developed a greenish tinge to it, and suddenly swirled around him. He felt himself somehow dissolving, melting into a billion molecules, and he fell forward, his face heading towards the monitors. Instinctively he put his hand out to stop the impact, but there wasn’t any. Cameron fell THROUGH the middle monitor instead, and felt his disembodied self somehow travelling at extreme speed along the information super highway…
  19. Anyone can start listing the Indian movies that features pee desperation and or wetting.
  20. Note: This fiction is my first work, which can also be said to be a work of practice only. The story may be rough and old-fashioned, but I will try my best to design every detail of the story. I look forward to your comments and suggestions, and I will be grateful here. Disclaimer: the content, characters and plot of the story are completely fictional. Please do not deliberately associate them. This story is set as a standard medieval style different world. Some modern world and future fantasy objects in the story are advanced technical products and do not need to be thought seriously
  21. My Agonizing Journey to Babyhood – 16 By: Heather23 Edited by: DaddyRich Chapter 16 - Chris takes his toddler shopping Chris helped me get dressed for what I was soon to learn would be a shopping trip. "Kimberly, now that you are my little toddler, we need to pick up some items and clothing for you." "You don't really have any clothes suitable for a toddler." "However, I did purchase some pull-up diapers with little characters on them that I think you will like." Another first I thought. I looked at the pull-ups he was talking about. They looked almost worse than diapers with the little cartoon characters on them. Chris instructed me to step into one, and he pulled the diaper up my legs. They were meant for a small child, but they stretched over me so that I could wear them. The pull-up diapers really had a psychological effect on me. I felt so small and so embarrassed in these diapers, especially in front of Chris. "Kimberly, since you don't own any little kid clothes yet, you will just have to wear jeans and a t-shirt for now. Chris of course picked out my tightest pair of low-cut jeans for me to wear. I slipped them on and Chris patted my rear just so I would be conscientious of my diapered state. I was made to drink three large glasses of water before we left for our day of shopping. Normally I would love a day of shopping, but today I was not so sure. Our first stop was a large national chain that sells baby and toddler stuff. He held my hand at all times as we walked through the store. "Let's see Kimberly, a little toddler needs a potty chair to learn how to go potty on the big toilet." Chris put the potty chair in our cart. "Little, Kimmie also needs a booster chair to sit in while we drive in the car." He selected a booster chair and added it to our cart. "There, I think that is all we need at this store," he said. "Chris, I need to go to the bathroom." "May I go?" "Just hold it!" he scolded me. "I can't, I can't!" We moved toward the checkout area, and I was starting to prance around like a little three-year-old. Chris grabbed my hand and said, "Kimie, you will just have to wait...you are just going to have to hold it until we get to a bathroom." I knew I was wearing the pull-ups, but I also knew that they were not likely to be as efficient as wearing an adult-sized diaper. We were standing in a rather long checkout line. I was crossing my legs while we stood in line. I was in total agony! My only hope was to release just a little pee in my pull-up diaper and hope it would hold enough to hide my problem. I squeezed Chris's hand and released a little pee. Unfortunately my dam burst. I never could release just a little pee when I had to go this bad. I had waited so long that my bladder just let go. The pull-up diaper worked at first and I felt relieved to see my jeans weren't wet. That only lasted a few seconds. By the time I could work my muscles well enough to stop my bladder, I had drenched my little kiddy diaper. Just as I had feared, the diaper couldn't hold all the wetness. A wet spot formed in front of my jeans and between my legs. I could feel my pee trickle down the insides of my legs. I tried to cover myself with my hands, but I probably just pushed more pee out of the diaper and into my jeans. It was obvious to anyone who looked at me that I had peed my pants. I was crying in shame. Chris would not let me leave his side and made me stay with him while we paid for the items in our cart. I was certain that the young male clerk saw my accident. How could he miss my wet jeans. He looked down at my wet pants, looked at our purchases, and winked at me. Chris paid and we left the store. "Kim, I thought I told you to hold it!" Chris yelled at me. "But Master, I couldn't help myself." His response was firm, "Well then Kim we need to buy some more items to prevent these silly accidents." When we got to the car I started to get in the front passenger seat, but Chris stopped me. "Little girls sit in their booster chairs in the back seat." I couldn't believe that he was going to make me ride in the back seat of the car. My new booster seat was placed on the rear seat, and I was instructed to sit on it. It was small, but I fit into it. My first impression was that I was sitting in wet jeans. I had no change of clothes, so my options were limited. Chris put the seat belt around the booster and checked it to make sure I was secure in my car seat. All of this was having a huge impact on me. I was in a car seat made for a toddler and sitting in very wet jeans. I was so incredibly embarrassed. He certainly knew how to push my buttons. The car ride took about 30 minutes, and we arrived at a small shop. I pleaded with Chris not to go back out in public with wet jeans on, but he grabbed my hand like a disobedient child and pulled me into the shop. Chris knew the lady who ran the shop and the small consolation was that we were the only three in the store. The store sold little girl outfits. There were all sorts of party dresses and frilly clothes of all kinds. The sales clerk was introduced to me as Nicole. She didn't take long to point out the obvious, "I see little Kim wet her pants." "I see why you told me on the phone that you need to have her potty-trained." I was so embarrassed, but knew that she was trying to tease me. I asked to use the bathroom and Chris said, "Again Kim?" "You just wet your pants." He sighed and left the shop for a moment. He returned with the potty chair we just purchased. I died when I saw it. Nicole instructed both Chris and I to go into her back room where we would have more privacy. I was starting to dance around again as my need to pee increased. Nicole walked over to me and unbuttoned my jeans like I was just a little girl that couldn't work the button for herself. "Let's get you out of your wet jeans," she said. With that she removed my jeans and then pulled my soaking wet pull-up diaper down my legs. She stopped and stared at my chastity heart covering my private area. Chris interrupted the silence and explained, "Kim has a problem with masturbation." "I found that this little device is very effective at keeping her pure." Nicole touched the object and actually pulled on the little lock that secured the wire-mesh lid shut. Chris took out the key to the lock and showed her how it could be opened, but explained that the device could never be removed by me because it was glued to my body. I was dying inside. I had done plenty of modeling , but nothing this intimate or this embarrassing. He locked it shut again. Chris took me over to my potty chair and told me to take care of my business. I wanted to complain, but I had to go so bad. I asked if Chris could at least open the lid on my heart so that I could pee. His response, "Kim the device will remain shut." "You can pee with it on just fine!" Like the booster seat for the car, the potty chair was built for a child. I sat on the little child's toilet the best I could. Nicole and Chris were amused and stared at me throughout my ordeal. I didn't expect to hear the hiss of my pee or the noise it made as it filled the little potty chair. My chastity device certainly did not inhibit the flow as I peed. It simply sprayed right through the stainless steel screen located on the front of the heart and into the little potty chair. This was all so very embarrassing. To Be Continued…
  22. My Agonizing Journey to Babyhood – 15 By: Heather23 Edited by: DaddyRich Chapter 15 - I am put to bed as a toddler I again found myself on my back being diapered for the night. Chris always put me in extra thick diapers for the night. The heart-shaped chastity device was firmly in place between my legs and Chris put the disposable diaper over it like it wasn't even there. In a way it had become a part of my body. I was amazed that I hardly even noticed the feeling of the chastity heart unless I reached down and touched it. The diaper and plastic pants were in place for the night. I had not seen the sleeper styled pajamas that Chris brought out for me to wear. I was told to place my feet in the attached booties and the one-piece pajama outfit was pulled up my legs. I slipped my arms in the sleeves and Chris zipped the pajamas closed. "There you go Kimberly, you look just like a toddler...all ready for bed." "You are well diapered and all comfy in your little sleeper." "I have learned that I can't fully trust my little girl, so I am going to put these little things on your hands." Chris proceeded to put bondage mittens on each one of my hands. These too were new. They were like big thick mittens. They were pink just like my sleeper and made out of a similar cotton material. Chris locked the two wristbands that kept the mittens in place. "Let me see if they actually work." Chris stated. "Kim, I want you to try and pull your zipper down on your pajamas." I knew it would be pointless because my hands were useless in the thick, fingerless mittens. I did as I was told and tried to grip the zipper. I even tried with two hands, but the zipper was too small, and the mittens wouldn't allow me to grip anything. "OK, Kim, you convinced me...you seem to be well secured for the night." I was led over to a child-like sleeping bag that was laying on the floor next to our bed. It was pink with Disney characters on it. I was told to get in the sleeping bag. That proved difficult with my bondage mittens on, but Chris helped me into the bag. The only way I fit in the shorter length of the child's sleeping bag was to bend my legs. Chris zipped the sleeping bag closed with my arms still in the bag. In fact, only my head stuck out of the top. He laced the top closed so that I couldn't slip my body out of the bag. "Chris, I mean Master, get me out of this sleeping bag now! I complained. His reply was short, "I didn't think I was going to have to gag you tonight, but I can see your complaining could keep me up tonight." Chris pulled out a gag in the shape of a large pacifier and pushed it deep into my mouth. He moved my hair and secured the gag behind my head with the attached leather straps. The gag totally filled my mouth. Chris kissed my forehead and left me to try to go to sleep. I tried to spit out the gag, but it was in my mouth to stay. I then tried to stretch out my legs, but they wouldn't budge in the short sleeping bag. Bondage games get me excited, and my current state had the effect of getting me juiced up. I reached down to rub myself between my legs. However, with the bondage mittens, pajamas, diapers and a chastity heart between my legs, I could not provide myself with any sexual contact or relief. Chris was right. Each step of regression was becoming more limiting. Somehow I was able to drift asleep...this time as Chris's toddler. I am always put to bed after I have been made to drink multiple cups or bottles of fluids. Tonight was no exception. My bladder once again became my alarm clock and I woke up squirming in my sleeping bag. I knew that even if I wanted to call out to Chris that the gag wouldn't let me. It was hard to move in the tight sleeping bag, but I was able to get on my back with my knees bent in front of me. Almost instinctively I put my hands between my legs as if I could hold back my pee. I again tried to rub myself, but my pussy was safely secured in multiple layers of diapers, pajamas, and the dreaded chastity heart. I sucked the pacifier gag and began to wet my diapers. The chastity device did nothing to impede the flow of my pee and my diapers filled just like they always did. Since I was on my back, the wetness started in front and swiftly spread throughout my diaper. Oh! The joy of a wet diaper! I quickly realized that the wet diaper may not be so nice later in the morning when I would be released, but for now, I loved the wet, warm feeling. I was awake in my sleeping bag patiently waiting for Chris to wake up and release me. I had wet myself several more times and could feel that my disposable diaper wasn't able to hold all of my pee. My pajamas and even the sleeping bag were wet. Chris came up to me and saw how I had wet through everything. "Looks like my toddler had a very wet night." "I am going to have to put additional diapers on you, especially at night." I was embarrassed. I really did soak everything. Chris undid the sleeping bag, so I could scoot out. He removed my bondage mittens and told me to go take a shower. I was left to get out of my wet pajamas and diaper. I removed everything except for my little heart-shaped friend that was fixed to my body. In the privacy of my shower I explored the chastity device. I had to give Chris credit. It was ingenious. I played with the lock that kept the lid closed tightly around my pussy. I was truly secured in the worst most intimate way. I often looked forward to my showers so that I could masturbate while I bathed. I tried to rub myself over the chastity device, but my clit couldn't be touched. I was truly Chris's bound slave. I didn't even have control over my own body. To Be Continued…..
  23. My Agonizing Journey to Babyhood – 14 By: Heather23 Edited by: DaddyRich Chapter 14 - I meet Chris at his office after hours Chris didn't tell me to change my clothes, so I arrived at Chris's office still dressed as a little school girl. I wasn't wearing a diaper. In fact, I wasn't wearing big-girl panties either. I noticed that I could feel the little silver pacifier sway as I walked; a constant reminder of my slave status. Something I would have to get used to I thought. I was pleased to learn that everyone had gone home from the office except for Chris. His office workers may not have understood why I was dressed in a little plaid skirt, pigtails, and the rest of my little schoolgirl outfit. Chris greeted me and directed me to a back room. He told me to sit on the dentist chair and I obeyed. I was scared. I knew that I took my diaper off earlier in the day without his permission and I knew that the spanking was not the end of my punishment. Chris worked quickly. A large leather belt was buckled around my waist securing me to the chair. Chris took out leather restraints and my hands and arms were made useless above my head. My ankles were also put in restraints that were attached to two chains leading up to a mechanical device in the ceiling. Chris pushed a button and the chains began to pull my legs up. I tried to resist, but the machine kept running, and I soon realized that I was not going to win this battle. When my bottom was slightly raised off the dentist chair, Chris turned off the machine and my legs were left pulled in the air in the most unladylike position. Chris then put a spreader bar between me knees. I couldn't move. I couldn't close my legs to protect Chris from staring at my pussy. Chris asked me, "Kim, I am only going to ask you once...did you masturbate today when you removed your diaper?" I paused. My pause was all he needed to see. "I knew you had betrayed me!" "What are you going to do to me?" I asked. "First, you have lost your schoolgirl status." "That didn't last long, did it Kim?" "You are now going to be regressed to toddler status." I didn't fully know what that meant, but it couldn't be good. Chris continued to work on me like I was a patient. Well, a nude patient with her legs in the air! He took an impression of my mouth. "Kim, I don't often tell you what I am doing to you, but I want you to know exactly what is going on... I want you to fully realize your progression to babyhood." "I am taking an impression of your mouth in the event that I need to put a special mouth guard in your mouth." "You will learn more about that mouth guard if you slip to baby status." "Right now you are privileged to be a toddler." "But for how long?" "How long will my Kimmie keep her toddler status?" I was wondering what kind of mouth guard he would make for me, but I didn't want to find out. Chris began to pay attention to my pussy. I couldn't move strapped down as I was with my legs and the spreader bar keeping me in place. Chris took out a piece of apparatus that I recognized. It was a chastity belt that he had used on me in the past. It was made up of leather straps and a heart-shaped piece that fit over my pussy. When I had been placed in this belt in the past, it was very effective at keeping me pure. I hated to wear this thing. I lost all my rights to my own body when it was locked in place. Chris loved it as you might imagine. Chris picked up the chastity belt and removed the leather straps by cutting them from the heart-shaped piece that fits over the girl's pussy. What was he doing, I thought to myself? He took the heart-shaped piece and held it securely over my pussy. The heart was made of molded rubber with a stainless steel screen covering its center. Chris seemed pleased that it fit the contour of my most intimate area perfectly. What was he doing? "Kim, I am going to fit this device on you, but I am not going to be using those clumsy leather straps." With that said, Chris put a sealant on the bottom edges of the heart and placed it again over my pussy. He pressed it firmly in place. "Kim, the chastity device is being secured to your body by a special glue." I started to protest, but was totally defenseless. "You see Kim, this glue is a body glue used by doctors to close wounds." "The body glue is remarkably strong." "Once this heart has time to set, you will be a prisoner to it." "You will not be able to remove it without me using a special solvent to loosen the glue." "You will still be able to take showers, pee, or do anything else you would normally do...of course with the exception of touching your pussy!" "You are mine little girl." "I told you that regression would get more limiting, but you had to be a bad girl, didn't you?" "You had to test your master, didn't you?" Chris continued to press the heart directly over my pussy. He looked at his watch and said that the glue would now hold. He released my bonds, and I was left speechless still laying on the dentist chair. I knew that the heart had the capability of swinging open much like a lid on a jewelry box. (It was protecting my jewelry box!) Chris demonstrated how the heart could open and shut. He then closed the lid and attached a very small lock that held the heart in the closed position. "Kim, I want to see you try to remove the heart." "Do it now!" I reached down under the close supervision of Chris's watchful eyes and touched the device. I tried to open the device, but the device was clearly locked shut. I then tried to lift the heart from between my legs. Chris was right. It wouldn't budge. "Kim, I think you will find this device more demanding of your purity than anything you have ever worn." "You will not be able to sneak even a little finger in your slit with the device glued between your legs." I knew Chris was right and Chris could read the panic on my face. "So my little toddler, it is time to get you home, feed you your dinner, and get you ready for bed." To Be Continued…
  24. My Agonizing Journey to Babyhood – 13 By: Heather23 Edited by: DaddyRich Chapter 13 - Life as a teen Of course, I was the first to wake up because my strained bladder was my alarm clock. My diaper was dry, but that was likely to change soon. I could see the real alarm clock, and it was only 4:30am. Chris would not be up for a few hours, and it was no use asking to be released to use the toilet. If I did ask, Chris would just laugh at me, and then I would be punished for waking him. I took a moment to consider my predicament. I was well tethered to the foot of the bed. In fact, when I moved too much, the chain attached to my pussy lips reminded me to stay put. My need to pee was at a breaking point. The bondage paddles/mittens made it impossible to find sexual relief. I was laying on my stomach deciding if I could ignore my need to pee. It was inevitable that I was going to wet myself. At least then maybe I could go back to sleep. I closed my eyes and brought myself back to my youth when I would regularly wet the bed. I relaxed my muscles and my pee started to spread through my cloth diapers. The feeling in cloth diapers was different from disposable diapers, maybe better because the wetness was so real. It seemed like I peed in my diapers for well over a minute. I rocked on my stomach and tried everything I could do to bring myself to orgasm. The warmth and wetness of the diapers were feeling so good. My bound slave status enhanced my feelings. I rocked some more, but the chain attached to my pussy lips was pulling at my intimate lips, and it was enough pain that I couldn't quite come. I was even more frustrated than the night before if that was possible. I drifted back to sleep. I was sleeping soundly in my now wet diapers. Chris woke me up by giving my pussy chain a pull. Talk about being woken up abruptly... Chris reached down inside my diaper to see if I was wet. "Wow, I see my little Kimberly wet herself in the night!" "I thought you were a big girl... I was mistaken." "Thankfully I put you in a diaper last night." "Can you thank me for being so thoughtful?" Chris teased. I knew that I better thank him if I planned on getting out of my wet diapers. "Yes Master, thank you for diapering me last night." "Very good Kimberly." "I think I will have you rest a little more while I get ready for work." "Please don't bother to get up." he said with an evil chuckle. I just laid there in my wet diapers unable to move with my pussy leash securing me to the foot of the bed. I figured that I had been in the wet cloth diapers for several hours and now wanted out of them. By now I had to pee again, and I simply let loose in my damp diapers. A sexual rush came over me in response to my diapers growing warm again, but still no big O for Kim. I waited patiently until Chris finished his shower, got dressed, and came over to me. "Well Kim, I am going to release you from your leash so that you can get cleaned up and dressed." Chris went on, "I will be going to work soon, but I want to supervise your shower and dress you for the day." Inside I knew he just wanted to keep me sexually pure and under his control. It was working. When Chris unlocked me from the bed, I stood up. The weight of the cloth diapers were obvious. Chris took me in his arms and hugged me tight. His hands slipped inside my plastic pants, and he massaged my butt through my soaking wet diaper. "Boy Kim, you really know how to wet a diaper!" I blushed. "After you shower I guess that I will be forced to diaper you for the day." It was now starting to become a game for me. I was going to masturbate one way or the other. I just had to wait for my chance. I showered under the watchful eye of Chris. In fact, Chris never took his eyes off of me. The clothes he selected for me to wear were exactly what you would expect a young school girl to wear. He had selected a very short plaid school-girl skirt and white blouse. I was also told to put on thigh-high white socks and black shoes. I was still naked under my skirt, but I knew that wouldn't last. Chris directed me over to the bed where a disposable diaper was spread open and waiting for me. Chris centered me over the diaper and I laid back on it. The ritual was always about the same, but Chris spent extra time rubbing powder on my most sensitive areas. I was moaning with pleasure in response. Chris abruptly stopped and reminded me that little school girls must stay pure. I kicked my legs up and down like a little girl. Chris paid little attention to my protests. He taped the diaper tightly around my waist. I was instructed to stand and hold my short skirt up high. Chris used this opportunity to encircle my waist with packing tape. He also ran packing tape down and over the existing tabs on the diaper. He admired his work. "There my little girl, that should keep your diaper from falling down." I knew the real purpose was to keep me from removing my diaper, or I would tear it trying. Chris had me step into the plastic pants that said: Slippery When Wet. He slowly pulled the pants up my legs and made sure to rub me between my legs during the process. "Kimberly, don't remove your diaper today, understood?" "I want you to stop by my office at lunchtime and I will change you." "The day is yours." Before he left he told me to put my hair in two pigtails to add to my look. Chris then left for work. OK, I was finally alone. I could take care of my sexual needs. I first had to solve the diaper protecting my private parts. This was not going to be easy I thought to myself. I would remove the diaper, masturbate, put another diaper on, and carefully add the packing tape. I laughed at being so smart and Chris thinking he had beat me. My need to pee had returned. I could wet my diaper and masturbate too! I laid down on our bed and put both of my hands over my plastic pants. The need to pee took over, and I relaxed my muscles. My pee poured into my waiting diaper and my wetness traveled throughout the material. I couldn't slip my hand down the front of the diaper taped as it was, so I took scissors and cut the tape from around my waist. The rest was heaven. I stroked my hairless pussy while I recalled the events of the last 24 hours. I absolutely exploded with a fantastic orgasm. Finally, sexual relief! I panicked momentarily when I considered that Chris could come home and discover that I had been bad. As quickly as I could, I removed the loose diaper and plastic pants so that I could put on a fresh diaper and re-tape the surrounding diaper with the packing tape. I diapered myself and took my time to make sure the packing tape was put on my diaper exactly like Chris had done. My secret would be secure... I thought. I looked at myself in the mirror and everything looked fine. I reached down to get the wet diaper and throw the evidence away. That is when I noticed something written on the back of my used diaper. In pink ink the words: Diaper Slave were written across the seat of the plastic diaper in Chris's handwriting. I never noticed the writing until now. I was diapered by Chris and the back of the diaper was never in my sight. Now what? I had to duplicate the writing, but where was a pink pen? I had to go to the store to find a pink pen. Just then the door opened, and I realized that Chris had come home. My plan was to be as nice as I could and obey him totally. Maybe he wouldn't notice, and I could buy the right pen when he returned to work. Chris came right up to me to admire me in my school-girl outfit. He sat down and pulled me over to sit on his lap. "Kim, have you been a good girl?" he asked. I answered in the affirmative. "Yes, your girl has been good." "I think I will spank my little Kimberly anyway." With that, Chris took me over his knee. I was kicking my legs, but Chris was just too strong for my protests. I must have looked like a little girl, kicking my legs with my butt placed in the spanking position. He lifted my short plaid skirt and started to spank my plastic and diapered behind. The slaps made a loud noise on my plastic pants. I continued to kick and squirm in protest. Chris then pulled the plastic pants down and locked his one leg over me so that I couldn't wiggle away. "What have we here, little Kimberly?" he asked. "I don't believe that Kim is wearing the same diaper." "Do you have something to confess to your Master?" I was caught. Chris then spanked me harder, but with my diaper on, I felt protected from the strength of his blows. He pulled hard on my diaper and with some effort was able to pull it halfway down my legs. My squirming continued as I knew he would now be spanking my bare bottom. Chris's first slap on my bare skin made me jump. "Stop, please stop!" I yelled in protest. Chris paid no attention to me. His spankings continued. "My Kimberly was very bad and must be disciplined...your bottom is turning very red as it should." Chris continued to spank me. He stopped from time to time to massage my bottom and run his hands between my legs. When I started to moan the spanking would resume again. Chris continued to mix hard spankings with gentle massages and I could tell my pussy had become dripping wet. The combination of pleasure and pain was just too much, and I was feeling a mounting orgasm. My body betrayed me and I exploded in a tremendous orgasm. I couldn't move. I was spent. Chris gently rubbed my bottom as I rested on his lap, still in the spanking position. Chris let me stand up, and I knew a lecture was coming. "Kim, I want you at my office at 7:30pm tonight." That was all he said and left. I was perplexed. Chris is a dentist and I know his office is closed by 7:30pm. What was in store for me? To be continued...
  25. Hello peeple ! This is my first post ever here, as well as my first novel in english, and first novel on this topic either ! Here am I, kind of crawling out from the Dark Lurkwoods, first timer of yours ! It's been a while I've wanted to write a story by my own. Feel free to leave remarks and comments, as I guess my words and sentences definitely need some more polishing ! I still haven't entirely decided everything yet, meaning I accept suggestions if they suit me ! Well, without further ado, here is the story, hope you will enjoy it ! Invited to a summer university for a lecture to give, I decided to stay longer and enjoy some vacations : why not stay and explore a city I don’t know ? I was expected to speak the first day, and the stress began to raise a little as I entered the room and stepped in among the crowd. I only knew few people here, so I sat alone and tried to concentrate before the moment came. Everything was right during my speech, but when I came back from the stage to my sit, my head felt a bit dizzy, all I needed was only a couple of minutes to grasp my spirits. The conference resumed smoothly as the next person took the microphone and tried to convince the audience how fun it was to translate Athenian orators. I sighted and looked around me, still puzzled by the fact I actually managed to stand in front of all this audience without passing out. Almost everyone listened to the speaker. Almost. On my left side, a young woman was staring at me with aw. I suspiciously checked around me, but it was clear I was the only one she stared at, so I stared back and smile, noticing from the distance she seemed quite fair. She blushed a little, and we both pretended we were following the conference, while carefully peeping out at each other. When the pause was due, I walked toward her and engaged in some small talk, trying to know who she was and why she attended the summer university. Her name was Lucy, and I learned she was a 28 years old girl studying literature in the city’s university, and what I saw from the distance was definitely confirmed: she was a puzzling beauty. As we were talking, I couldn’t help but notice her long dark hair, her pale skin and her black little glasses, that only managed to highlight her brown green eyes. She probably was studying me all the same, as we both stopped talking at the same moment, looking at each other in silence. And so began our adventures. Lucy and I managed to catch up by the end of the day, and we agreed to meet in a bar a few hours later. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was, excited as I wandered around the city, unable to think about anything else than this promising and much unexpected date. We met in front of the pub, and quickly, after a cocktail (more were to follow) we told everything about ourselves, as if we’d known each other since childhood. This was a wonderful sensation, and the first time I felt I could say anything to someone that would fully understand what I was thinking, all my struggles and my doubts. At this time, I used to think of myself as someone smart, but in front of me Lucy was just brilliant, genuinely intelligent, the perfect alliance between beauty and genius. We talked about ourselves for a while, and then discussed about literature and poetry, what were our favourite books and so on. The drinks were taking their tolls and I saw her folding and unfolding her legs, more frequently by any minute. This began to turn me on, as I was daydreaming of her wetting herself right on the spot, but she broke the spell and quicly chose a lull in our conversation. I followed her with my eyes and my thoughts, wishing I could be there in the wetting place, seeing with envy the strange way she was walking in her need to go. I was left a little while to my fantasies. When she came back, I noticed that something changed with her, and I couldn’t really tell what. She seemed to move with some caution, her hair was undone and her chicks were all red. I did not think about it that much, because our talks resumed and I had a lot to focus on. We had a great time together, and we agreed to meet again the day after. I watched her slowly go away, there definitely was something odd about the way she walked, taking little and precautious steps, as if …I shook my head to clear my thoughts and fantasies, but couldn’t help to think about it : I knew it would be a rough night waiting to see her. We spent the next day sitting together in the auditorium, sharing our thoughts and questions about the various subjects that were discussed. As the afternoon was free, she proposed me to explore an abandoned salt mine near the city. She told me she used to go there as a child, and that it’s been ages she went there. We took a bus, and an hour later we were standing together in front of the concrete square, surrounded by excited children on the loose, carefully shepherded by hopeless adults. Lucy and I shared a meaningful sight, and proceeded to walk through the hot pavement before the mine’s entrance, each step depleting us little by little from the water we were losing. Once inside, we took a moment to drink and wipe the sweat falling down our heads. The mine itself was like a salt-maze, dark and moist, its walls echoing from all the conversations the careless visitors revealed, but still, this inferno’s antechamber tasted like heaven after the heavy heat we sustained on the outside, and the rich scent of salt sharpened our senses. We roamed and roamed the wet galleries for a while, until we found a spiral staircase, which seemed to reach the centre of the Earth. Bellow, the view was nothing like I was expecting, it reminded me the stories of Jules Verne’s Journey to the centre of the Earth : the cavern was huge enough to host a lake sprinkled with small boats, some shops, and an illuminated big wheel. “This is even better than what I remembered ! I’m so excited !” said Lucy with a vibrant voice as we were climbing down the last steps, “let’s stroll around a little and see what’s to do !”. I felt that my bladder was beginning to tingle, but at this point it was quite manageable, so we bought some food and began our amazing tour in the cavern. I thought that doing some exercise would help me hold a bit longer, so I proposed Lucy to rent a boat, and we went on for a ride. The sound of water should have calmed me but instead, it was all too reminding that I really needed to go now, and I began to grin in discomfort. -“What’s the matter, asked she gently. You’re not feeling well ? - I’m ok, it’s just that I need to go, and being surrounded by all this water doesn’t help me much. - Oh, I understand very well, she replied in a blush. All right then, so let’s end our tour quickly and find the place.” I was quite relieved when we gave the boat back, only to cross another brutal step towards despair when I saw the endless queue in front of the toilets. “Ok, it seems I have no choice but to hold it”, I tried to say this normaly but I was truly shaking on the inside. She gave me an empathetic smile, and we continued to stroll, finishing our visit in front of the big wheel. It took all my mental concentration to restrain the infamous pee dance and hold myself in desperation, but what else could I do with Lucy just near me ? - “Let’s go there, it would be so nice to see the view from the top ! Or do you want to go back ?” Of course I wanted to go back, I was on the verge of completely wetting myself, but instead, I decided to smile painfully and follow her. She gave me her hand and all of a sudden I stepped in another realm, where my bladder wasn’t begging to explode right away. Anyway, there was no one to be seen and we took the opportunity to enter a small cabin. The wheel slowly began to roll up, and despite Lucy holding my hand and chatting with me, the vibrations dramatically destroyed the state of grace I was so briefly in. -“Lucy, said I desperately, I am so sorry, but I think I’m gonna… - Let it go, she said, whispering in my ears like the Garden’s snake, don’t worry it’ll be quick. She was squizing my hand firmly. - Wait what ? No, I can’t, not here just in front of you ! - I wouldn’t care if you did.” She said this with a calm and soothing voice, and by the look in her eyes she meant it. The wheel stopped with our cabin at the top, allowing us to enjoy the vue, but this caught me off guard and it was enough to let a violent stream escape a few seconds, producing the all too certain hissing sound and darkening the front of my jeans. TO BE CONTINUED...
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