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  1. Hello again everyone! Recently, I was watching some of my old childhood cartoons from Nick Jr. for a good nostalgia kick, when I came across an old episode I totally forgot about containing a wetting "accident," teaching kids how accidents are a normal part of potty-training. Well, my omo-corrupted mind simply could not leave this innocent little idea alone, so I heavily changed it around to fit my special wetting needs! (MUAHAHAHA!) Introducing Matty and Ky! Two young adult best of friends living in their own special forest community dedicated to the child at heart. Ky has a special day planned with Matty as he finished building his new toy, but Matty has been up to some new, FUN things as well she's willing to share ONLY with her closest of friends.... As a warning: this story contains scenes of VERY detailed and explicit peeing / wetting and sexual content. Also don't worry, there are no underage characters in this short story. This is simply a one-off I decided to write and do not currently have any plans on expanding it, but let me know what you think and if you enjoyed! So without further ado: Matty & Ky's Playdate Surprise! In a remote land, deep in a rural forest, laid the Woodland community. A small, spread-out and only loosely-defined community that could best be described as made up of those that live forever young at heart. It was easy to spot the few residents of this forest community, as their attire resembled what the outside world would normally consider putting on 4 and 5-year-old children. This community were all close friends with one another and generally young, ranging from older teenagers to late 20-somethings. These folk would spend their working hours making an honest living of growing their own foods and building their own houses and furniture from scratch. This was not as a disregard for the outside world, but as a way to experience life at it’s purest, free from evil corruption that have plagued so many parts of the outside world. In the peoples’ free time, many would play with one another on their own playgrounds and in their front yards. This sort of environment certainly was not for everyone, but for those few that genuinely wanted to escape to a world where they would never have to truly grow up, this could be heaven on earth, a real-life Neverland, if you will. Now, located deep within this forest laid a small, quaint house that almost looked like it was originally modeled in a children’s coloring book. Some people, particularly those from out of this area, might find a place like this too silly-looking to consider permanent residence, but not its current resident. It was the weekend and there was a clear sense of peace in the air. The birds were singing, and the smell of pine filled the nose of anyone walking by. One person, in particular, was a well-tanned, handsome young man no older than 19, bouncing around on his way to the front door of this childish-looking home. He was wearing his favorite green and yellow button-up shirt and denim shorts, carrying a large toy truck in his hands. He must have something specific…..something FUN on his mind. *KNOCK KNOCK* went the heavy hooped ring attached to the door. After a moment, it creaked open, revealing a short young-lady with the curliest auburn hair you’ve ever seen messily wrapped into a bun “Ky! You finished it!” screeched the mousey girl right before bouncing into a wide hug across the boy’s chest. “Woah careful, Matty! I just put the last touches on it!“ said the equally enthusiastic boy. The tiny, excited girl fell off her young male friend. She just couldn’t stop smiling, her face radiated as her bright yellow shirt and baggy blue shorts made her white-as-snow skin shine brightly. The joy in the air was shared by Ky, as he had been preparing for this day. Matty and Ky had been the bestest of friends since the former settled in the Woodland. At the age of 18, she wanted nothing more than to enjoy a stress-free life where she could do whatever she wanted. The small Woodland community welcomed her with open arms, conducting a multitude of get-together playdates and helping build her brand-new home from freshly cut wood and homemade paint. Being the lover of toys she was, Matty most closely bonded with Ky and his enthusiasm to build his own cars, trains, and any other fast-moving toy you could think of! “Come on! Come on! I already have the track setup near my sandbox!” Matty pleaded. The two rushed into the house’s backyard and towards the designated track, with a shiny, breezy sunlight beaming down on the two through the large trees surrounding them. Since he had been working all day, Ky was already getting parched. “Hey, sorry to ask, but do you have anything to sip-on? I need to stay hydrated for this event!” Ky said as he set his new truck down. “Oh silly, don’t you dare be sorry for being thirsty!” the boy couldn’t help but blush at Matty’s cute bundled-up energy. She grabbed his hand and led him through a wooden back-door into her little kitchen. She opened up her ice-box and took out a large chilled jar of sweet lemonade. Without even getting anything else, she carried the jar back outside. “Goodness! Are we gonna be drinking all that?” said a conspicuous Ky. “Well I definitely don’t plan on doing anything else but playing today! What’s it been now, two? Three weeks since you started on that truck?” “It’s only been 5 days!” said the giggling toymaker. “Oh? Am I really that impatient?” Matty smugly gleamed at her friend as she handed him the lemonade jar. “Hehe, I would say more anxious than impatient,” Ky playfully responded as he started his first mighty gulps of the lemonade. “Ohhhh turn it on! Turn it on! I wanna see it go!” Matty was bobbing up and down in absolute excitement, her curly bun bouncing like a million little springs back and forth as her eyes were filled with awe. Ky gave the jar back to the giddy girl and flipped open a top compartment, revealing a minuscule solar panel, and with that, the truck took off! Racing around Matty’s per-determined track around her sandbox full of similar toys. “AHHH IT’S WORKING! Now let’s race!” Matty took a few swigs of her lemonade and cannonballed into her sandbox, grabbing one of her favorite cars, as Ky grabbed his truck and prepared to place it back at the starting line. A little over an hour went by, and nature surrounding the two young fun-lovers wasn’t the only nature that was calling. As the miniature vehicles raced for the hundredth time around their arranged track, Ky instinctively squeezed his upper legs together. That lemonade seemed to have hastily made it through. “Hey Matty, may I use your bathroom? That lemonade of yours might have worked a bit TOO well, hehehe,” he attempted to make light of the situation. “Oh Ky! I’ve been meaning to tell you about this! It’s so exciting, but only the bestest of friends can know, ok!?” the girl eagerly approached Ky. “Hmm? Did you secretly re-do your bathroom?” “Well, sorta!” Matty stated seemingly proudly, “I turned it into an arts and craft room!” she expelled. “Wow! Really?” Ky responded, but was unfortunately getting more desperate to go as the minutes flew by. “But, where’s your new bathroom?” he asked almost pleadingly, starting to unconsciously bop slightly in place. “Don’t have one!” Matty once again stated proudly. “Ah, so you go outdoors now, good idea to save on water.” “Wrong again!” Matty responded. By now, Ky was stumped, and he needed to know where to go NOW, before made a possible mess in his friend’s backyard. Matty could see the confusion on her friend’s face. “Hehehe, watch this…” the excited young girl reached toward her belt line on her baggy shorts, causing Ky to open his eyes widely in what she could possibly be doing. Down fell her shorts, and what was revealed made Ky’s mouth fall open as well. Matty was wearing nothing more underneath than a giant, white, fluffy diaper with two simple yellow tapes to keep it safely fastened to her waist. “Ta-da! This is my bathroom now! Whatcha think!?” the juvenile girl exclaimed. After Ky got past the initial surprise, he shook his head and wondered how he could possibly respond to something like that. This was his first time seeing anybody other than a baby wearing such a garment, and it seemed specially made for bigger kids like Matty as well. “I-I don’t… I mean, why do you want to wear…..diapers…now?” “Well,” she figured “I moved out here for the sake of freedom! To do exactly what I want, as I want, how I want! I figured, ya know? There’s something fun and comforting about diapees I was never able to let go of growing up. Now that I don’t have to deal with the outside world’s expectations anymore, I thought I’d try my own new way of living!” Ky was still partially perplexed at her decision-making that led her to wanting to wear puffy diapers, but it did fit in well with the community’s recurring themes of playfulness and childishness they were so good at conveying. He also couldn’t get past the fact that Matty looked absolutely adorable standing there with a prideful grin, hands on her sides, baggy blue shorts at her feet, and that large-sized cushy pamp being used as her new underwear. “Y-you, uhm, wow…you look really cute, that’s for sure” Thank you!” she said while jumping onto Ky for another big hug, this time being able to easily hear the extra-loud *crinkle *crinkle* of her cloth and plastic pamper. The squeeze she gave him then gave way to his bladder starting to give in, as a few spurts from him were let out into his own shorts. “Ah! Matty, Stop! I really gotta go now!” she fell off of Ky and looked back at him, now with both legs obviously crossed and hands to his crotch, possibly hiding and potential spurts of an accident. “Ohh, I have an idea!” Matty pulled up her shorts quickly, purposely keeping her diaper waistline visible to tease Ky even more, and ran inside her home through the back door, only to return a second later, with one of her massive, folded diapers in hand. “Here ya go! Fresh from the deliveryman!” Matty held out the free white diaper to her desperate male friend. “Uhhm” Ky responded, “Are you sure that’s my only choice?” it looked as though he was genuinely considering using it, now that his lemonade-filled bladder could not wait any longer for relief. “Well it’s either that or……wait a second,” said Matty, now taking back the diaper and hiding it behind her back, “I don’t think you need this after all, you can clearly hold it until you find a real potty.” She smiled in a cute but devious way to Ky, who wasn’t letting go of his crotch at this point. “O-oh gosh Matty, I can’t wait much longer! Why don’t I just go in the bushes over there? Ky pointed out to the deep wilderness extended past Matty’s backyard. “Welllll, you could do that if you wanted….” Matty stepped closer to Ky, barely hanging onto his pee as he had an obvious small bump of a totally filled bladder protruding from him. “or you could just, ya know, prove you need to wear diapees!” as she finished that sentence, she gave a small *poke* at Ky’s bladder bump, setting off an immediate chain reaction. “AHH O-OH GOSH…OOHHHhhhhhhh,” at that moment, Ky’s bladder was finally released into his poor denim shorts. Matty giggled to herself as Ky’s pee went *HISSSSSSS* into his precious tighty whities, then soaking through into his pants. Starting from the front and center of his weenie, a massive dark wet spot began to form and take over the whole front of his shorts! There was no point holding back now, as Ky let his arms fall to his sides as he peed himself silly. It was like a huge balloon of pressure in his body had suddenly *POPPED* and the relief from such overwhelmed him. “Hhhhhaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh” he sighed in excess as Matty giddily looked on at her best friend in the whole world totally wet himself in her own backyard. The hissing of the urine continued as several streaks of it flowed down Ky’s legs as it splashed and spurted from the inside of his shorts. The pee ran across is bare feet and made a small puddle in the spot of grass he was standing in. If he were to move his feet even slightly, he would be splashing his own pee around like it was a rain puddle. The slight coldness that presented itself that day made the warm pee of his slightly steam off his legs, making the whole scene of his accident even more spread out. The wet flow of his pissing went on for a little over a minute before the waterworks had finally subsided. Ky was breathing extra heavy as he began to realize what he had just been doing for the past minute while being in an entirely different world of relief and release. His face turned red as a tomato as he stood there in the steaming puddle of his own warm liquidy bodily waste. Matty couldn’t stop giggling as Ky’s face turned to her’s in total embarrassment. Her giggles turned into an out loud burst of laughter, putting Ky in a sea of complete shame. “HAHAHA, WOW, you really do need diapees, huh!? HAHA!” Ky stepped out of his freshly made puddle, almost looking like was about to cry out of disgrace. His best friend in the whole world made him do this and now she’s laughing at him for peeing in his pants? Matty quickly caught on to his facial expression. “OH! Oh, Ky, I didn’t mean it like that! I was just teasing is all. “Well, I didn’t want to ruin my shorts…” is all he could come up with as a single tear rolled down his cheek. Matty, now looking regretful for prompting him to do such an act, stood there for a sec out of contemplation, but then quickly grabbed Ky’s hand. “Come on, silly! Let’s fix you all up!” Matty pulled the sad, wet boy into her house through the back door and through the kitchen area. Near the kitchen was a washpot with a washboard and ringer inside. “Come on, wet shorts please!” Matty held out her hand waiting for her friend to comply. “I-in front of you?” the boy asked nervously. “Ky, sweetie, I’m here to help. Let Matty-girl take over for a bit. Her house, her rules! Now off with those messy shorts!” she now demanded. Her friskiness in the demand set Ky off, “y-yes ma’am.” He obliged to the younger girl in the room. Unbuttoning the wet mess of shorts, he pulled them off himself and handed them over, leaving only his sopping wet and yellow-stained tighty whities left. “Hehehe, cute undies,” Matty slyly got in, “but I’m gonna need those as well, come on!” Now Ky wasn’t too sure about this. “I-I don’t think so…” he mumbled. “Oh yes you are!” Matty said loudly as she walked over and manually pulled down his soaking wet underwear down, exposing his most private of regions. “H-hey! What the heck!” Ky said with the reddest of cheeks accumulating. Matty answered with his underwear at his feet. “No friend of mine is staying in my home with peed undies on! It’s a new rule I came up with!” Ky nervously obliged as he stepped out of his wet undies, now standing in Matty’s kitchen with only his exposed junk and a t-shirt on. Matty threw the undies into the washpot and grabbed Ky’s hand again, leading him back outside. “Ah! Wait!” Ky shouted as Matty threw him into the center of her backyard. “Someone is gonna see me!” “Not on my watch! Now watch out!” Ky turned around to see his friend carrying a a large hose aiming right at him! Before he could even respond, the nozzle sprayed out the COLDEST water onto Ky from his waist down! “Hey, hey-heheHAHA! That tickles-pffttHAHAHA! STAAHAHAHA-“ Matty couldn’t keep herself from laughing either, as she has been dying to have a water-fight with a friend ever since moving to the Woodland. “HAH! That’s what you get for being defiant!” she said as she blasted her best friend with water, cleaning him from his pee-mess in the process. The two’s laughter could be heard from miles away, that’s how much thrilling fun they were having in that moment. After a good few minutes of this, Matty decided that was enough. Ky was barely recovering from his easily ticklish laughter as Matty once again grabbed his arm and pulled him back into her home, this time settling for the open living room. “Now it’s time for the REAL fun to begin, mister! Lay down riiiiiight there.” Matty pointed to her homemade rug in her wood-lodge living room. By now, Ky wasn’t so nervous anymore about trying on the large diaper she offered. Matty clearly knew what she was doing, and it didn’t hurt to try new things every so often, right? “Alrighty, missy, let’s see what this is all about.” Matty grinned in response and went to grab the big pamper from earlier as Ky laid his bare tush down in preparation. “I gotta little of this and a little of that too!” she said walking back into the living room, carrying her own mineral oil and talcum powder in hand. “Butt up!” she said to the boy laying there on her soft rug. Ky did his best to reach his behind and genitals up in the air as Matty unfolded and placed the extra soft, cushy padding underneath his rear. As his butt hit the padding, a strange, tingling sense of nostalgia hit Ky like never before, instantly feeling a sense of softness and comfort he hadn’t felt in many years. Before he could elate in such a feeling, Matty, was spraying the cold mineral oil allll over his privates. “Hehe, your wiener is just small enough to fit into the protective part of the padding.” The girl teased. “Hey, that’s what happens when you spray cold stuff all over a guy’s….you know…parts!” “Doesn’t make my statement any less correct.” She replied, finishing up the pouring of the oil. Next came the powder and good golly did she go overboard on it quite a bit. Pump and pump after pump after PUMP of the homemade powder covered each and every bit of skin in Ky’s crotch area, as well as filling the air with a cloud of powder. “*cough* Okay that’s enough! Sheesh!” exclaimed the receiving boy. “Just making sure you don’t get a rash! I know how those are and wouldn’t wish them on my greatest enemy!” the padded girl stated. “Who said I was even going to use these like that? I just wanted to see what it felt like.” Ky admitted as Matty pulled the wings over his crotch and fastened him up. “There! Nice n’ tight. Ya know, for some reason I think you’re gonna change that idea about not using it.” Matty said as she gave a quick pat on his padded tush and extended her arm out to help him up. Ky pulled his best friend into another hug as he got up, “thanks Matty, you’re the sweetest person I know.” “No problemo sweet cheeks! And now I know your cheeks are the sweetest! Not just the ones on your face.” “Oh OH! Hehehe” Ky responded bashfully, resulting in a quick peck on his blushing cheek from Matty in response. “I don’t think I’m gonna need these anymore either!” the girl quickly got up, shimmied her baggy shorts down to her feet and kicked them off to the side, reveling in nothing more than her bright yellow shirt and extra-large diaper to accompany her. “Just to not make you feel left out is all!” she said while doing her signature playful twirl in place when she’s at her happiest. Her bun of curls puffed and sprang in every direction even more as she did so, while her loud crinkling diap helping give the soundtrack to her moves. “What should we play now? More tracks? Or-“ Why don’t we just relax and read for a bit?” Ky suggested. “I’m pretty pooped from all that excitement. “Already!? I just changed you!” the girl explained. “No no, you know what I mean.” Ky said as Matty ran back to him. “You’re so gullible, hehehe.” Time ticked on as the two padded children-at-heart laid playfully on top of each other reading one short story book after another. With as wild as Matty can get, though, it wasn’t too long before she got up and started acting out some of these scenes from the books she was reading. Something about fantastical stories brought the life out of her, and she couldn’t just sit there letting it bottle all up. “Ahoy maties! Captain Matilda here reporting to you all that we found treasure at sea! Climb aboard fellow explorers! We got no time to waste!” she thrashed herself around her living room like a drunken sailor she self-inserted into the pirate children’s book she had in hand. She didn’t necessarily look the most threatening with her massive, proud diaper swaying along with her as it *crinkled* with nearly every word she uttered. She was also just too darn cute to look menacing in any way. At least that’s what Ky thought as he sat his equally cushy butt back against some pillows and cheered on his friend’s show. “And what are you gonna do for anyone that tries to steal the treasure for themselves?” Ky asked her out loud. “I’ll do just as any respectable captain would do!” she said as she pretended to pick up a large board. “I make them walk the plaaank!!” she shouted out as she pretended to walk it herself, hands ‘tied’ behind her back. The few steps she took forward might have been a bit too care-free, as she tripped over her ankle and fell frontwards! “WOAH!” she yelled out just as Ky jumped in to save the day, falling straight onto him, now facing him directly. “Hehe, looks like this captain needed a hero,” she said as she gave Ky’s forehead a quick kiss, with him having an obvious smile underneath. Matty was about to get off of him, but a certain new situation was rising in the room. Matty was looking to have some more fun before the long day had ended, and she had just the right idea, a very taboo one at that for those living in the outside world. “Heeeey Ky, sweetie,” she said softly direct to his smiling face. “Hmm?” he responded. “Remember allll that lemonade we drank earlier?” she got closer to his ear, almost whispering to him so no one else could possibly hear, despite them being the only two for miles. “It’s definitely run its course through me. My bladder is starting to hurt it’s so full!” Ky realized what his best friend was trying to do here, and he was really curious to see where she wanted to take this next. “Poor baby, I don’t want to see you hurting! I think it’s time you finally went peepee.” He said back to her with the most bashful of faces. “Ohhhh, are you sure Ky? I’m trying sooooo hard to hold it iiiinnnn…” Matty said back to him, as she started wiggling her comfy diapered butt on his tummy in apparent desperation. “Well, how does this feel?” Ky motioned as he poked her bladder just as she did to him earlier. “OOH OH Ky nooo! I gotta goooooo soooo baaadd!” she phony whined at Ky, making him more ‘excited’ by the second. She quickly put both hands at her crotch in a fake desperate attempt to look like she was trying to hold it even longer, but it was to no avail. “Ah AH Ky it’s coming out! I’m gonna pee! I’m gonna peepee right now!” and with those fleeting words, a little warm trickle emerged from the bottom center of her massive, fluffy diaper on Ky’s bare tummy. “Aww baby girl! It’s no use holding it in! Go ahead and pee, I promise I won’t tell anyone you didn’t make it to the toilet,” he winked at the increasingly desperate and horny girl, himself starting to get hard at such a buildup. Matty bit her bottom lip and sucked in some air as a last resort of desperation. “AH AH, ooohh it’s coming out! My pee is coming out!” she said loudly. That tiny trickle was the last bastion of hope for her bladder, as it was followed by an EXPLOSION of hot piss exiting her urethra, straight into the soft absorbency of her fluffy diaper. Just like Ky’s accident before, the beautiful sound of Matty’s peepee torrent hitting the inside of her padding filled the room with a loud sizzling *SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS* that both could audibly hear. Ky could feel the immediate and wonderful spread of liquid warmth all over his tummy as Matty continued to fill her diaper right on him, as the heavy vibration of her torrent just wouldn’t stop! An obvious flood of yellow started from the bottom of her pamp and hastily made its way up the front of her crotch. Matty unbit her lip and gave of the biggest smile of ecstasy in relief she could muster up. “HHHAAAAAAhhhhhhh……ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..peepeeeeeeeee” she quietly muttered as her bladder would not give up filling that diaper of hers. Ky absolutely couldn’t help himself in this kind of situation, as he got harder and harder the moments going by while Matty went potty on him. He needed to know something as Matty held her mouth in a slightly open smile while squinting her eyes closed, he felt up her butt to make sure that diaper of hers was proving effective enough to soak up EVERYTHING she was putting into it. Sure enough, he could feel the liquidy warmth of her piss make it’s way up her rear, with each small squeeze making the fresh pee soak up higher and higher up her booty. Ky didn’t know little girls like Matty could pee so much! Must have been some good lemonade to do such a thing to both of their bladders. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh” Matty moaned as her waterfall began to slightly slow down, but with that made her give off a cocky expression to Ky, stating “I’m nooot done yeeettt “ Matty then slightly strained her face as her warm pee was now coming out in long, unadulterated spurts of joy. One after another, the urine would jet out of her and into her cushy, disposable pants for only a moment or so, yet continuously doing so for about a half-minute. It was incredibly audible as well, with each series of streams exiting her going *PSSHHH..PSSHHHH...PSSHHH...PSHHHH* over and over and over again. Finally, Matty peed all she could pee for an eternity and trickled the last bit of her golden liquid into her now filled-to-the-brim diaper. Matty concluded her ultra-massive wetting with a lasting sigh in absolute bladder relief. “Ahhhhhh, I had to goooooo so baaaaddd,” she let out as she looked down to see how much she annihilated her padding. As expected, the whiteness of her diap was no more, and was now FULLY yellow from the front to back. She wiggled around a little bit, with every slight movement on-top of Ky letting the hot, soaked up pee *SLOOSH* and *GUSH* around inside of her protective garment. Ky was in pure amazement of what he just witnessed. He went into today simply to play with his best friend and new toy, only to come out discovering a new part of himself; how much Matty, and her pee, could turn him on. By now he was completely rock-solid inside his own pamp, but didn’t just yet want to give Matty the pleasure of knowing how ‘happy’ she made him by going on his tummy. “Mmmmmmm,” she moaned as she gave her butt another wiggle to feel the sloshing of her peepee mess. “It’s so wet and…..waaarm.” She blissfully sighed out. Matty looked at a heavy breathing Ky who was utterly speechless at how hot she was making him in that very moment. “Hehe, wanna join me Ky, sweetie?” What do ya mean?” he said, possibly knowing what she meant, but wanting to hear her directly say it. “I know you’ve got at least a little left in you. Let it out for me, right into your fresh new diaper.” She purposely enunciated that word as to make it sound like it was the hottest thing in the world at the moment in time. Ky was so ingrained by now, it was hard for him to tell if he had to actually go or not, but after some quick and close inspection, he did feel a twinge in his bladder that could be relieved. “Well…..if you say so,” Ky smirked at a soaking wet Matty. She backed up slightly to see Ky’s diaper turn wet and dark, as he closed his eyes to concentrate on using his diaper. His rock-solid member was clearly imprinted through the padding, but that wasn’t going to stop him from letting loose. A short breath in for Ky, and with that breath out, his pee came out just as well. Starting from the top this time, the yellow goodness near silently started to cover the complete front of his diaper, as he didn’t have to worry about it leaking, any direct stream was to be completely absorbed, as well as freshly around his most sensitive of parts. Matty watched on with greedy eyes as Ky’s waterworks flowed throughout his soft padding, finishing much quicker than her since he already let so much out earlier. “Haaah. All done!” Ky smiley stated to Matty who now had just as red of cheeks as he has had all day with her. “Ooohh Ky, that’s so freaking hot.” Matty bluntly stated out loud, who’s hand couldn’t keep to herself and HAD to feel the front of Ky’s warm and freshly used diap. Ky couldn’t disagree with her wetting experience either. “Nuh uh, YOU’RE super-hot when you pee yourself. I love feeling your warmth on me.” He admitted. The two lustful padded young souls couldn’t contain themselves any possibly longer at this point, as Matty pulled Ky right in for a big ol’ smooch on their delicate lips. “Ahhh. AHHH!” Matty moaned after the initial kiss. She put her soaking wet crotch back to the starting position of her wetting, right where Ky’s massive pee-soaked erection was throbbing. Ky began to caress Matty’s neck with butterfly kisses as she rubbed her soaked and padded vulva against the protection of Ky’s boner. Back and forth they went, treating each other as soft as possible, with the most prominent sound in the room being the heavy *SLOSH* and *GUSH* of the two’s absorbed pee mushing as they humped each other’s hot diapered privates. The mineral oil surrounding Ky’s boner certainly helped as a lubricant against the wet padding. Ky held on to Matty’s back as she picked up the pace of her wet lips stroking his protected cock, with whatever each were saying coming out of their mouths becoming lost in the blur of their soaking wet and hot diapered sex. “HAH…AHHH….SO..SO GOOD!” Matty yelled out the faster she slid across Ky’s dick. “So wet…..HAAHH……listen to it mush Matty!” he yelled out as the *SLOSHING* became more pronounced as they went faster and faster. Ky couldn’t contain himself anymore and moved one hand from her back to caressing her left breast. “AH, KY! Be careful!” she yelled out as Ky started to twirl and massage his fingers around her shirt-covered nipple. It was such a perfectly sized boob, small yet firm, a perfect compliment to Matty’s still-developing body. The two’s back-and-forth humps gradually turned into full on BUCKING as Ky tried his hardest to push himself deeper and deeper into Matty’s sopping diaper-covered vagina. This made the two simply unable to contain themselves anymore. “AHHH KY! I’M CUMMING! CUM WITH ME! PLEASE” “GOSH…HAH..AHH…ME TOO MATTY! IT-IT”S COMING OUT….!!” And with that, the two perfectly simultaneously came HARD into their already soaking wet padding, adding a new bodily fluid into their disposable underwear. “HAAAHHH, AHHHH!” Ky spasmed and screamed out as one thick gush of seed came out of him after another into his diaper. “FUUUU—HAAHHH” Matty almost cursed as she couldn’t take the extremity of her body spasming and releasing her lady cum into her own diaper as well. It was if the two of them in those seconds of absolute bliss had ascended to the heavens, the world was there’s alone and they were gaining their wings of freedom. And that was it. There was simply nothing left in either of the two. Matty fell onto Ky as the two goose-pimple covered young bodies breathed heavy through each of their afterglows. After finally gaining her stamina back, she gave Ky the biggest hug of the day yet, with him embracing her warmth as well. This was all the fun she was looking forward to once Ky accepted her little new lifestyle, and Ky got a little more than he bargained for in the fun department for the day, to say the least. Matty got up and chuckled out the first thing she could think of, “Hehe….I think I might need a change.” She giggled to Ky as he was in a similar predicament. “I can help with that! Maaaybe you can help me get a fresh one on as well? I might be wearing these for a while, ya know” he smiled back at the sweetheart of a girl. “I think I can accommodate that quite well.” She playfully responded as the two got up. The two’s diapers heavily sloshed and swayed as they moved about, while Matty once again grabbed on Ky’s arm, leading him into her bedroom for a bit more fun to ensue before the day had its end. Thanks for reading! Like I said, let me know what you think, especially if you enjoyed it! Otherwise, have a good one! - Mitzki
  2. Maybe if I...no, I can't! T-they're all so scary! But I have to...but they'd eat m-me if I tried! A little creature continued mulling the same thoughts over and over as he looked over the empty expanse of the Lucille Plain. Actually, were it empty, he wouldn't be worrying himself so much, and his problem would be solved. The problem was the herds of fang rabbits that now inhabited these plains, pink hares as tall as he with a penchant for eating. He had heard they were herbivores, but he wasn't taking chances. They were certainly large animals, but they were still less than half the size of an average adult human. Their stature was only so intimidating to someone as small as a featherfolk. Featherfolk were a race of bird-like people, the size of children, named for the many feathers that covered their bodies and formed wings on the undersides of their arms, and known for their incredible timidness. They rarely left their hometown of Gugleion, but on rare occasions, they found a greater purpose and ventured out into the world. Of course, just because they saw beyond the walls of their village did not immediately cure them of their skittishness. Still, even among the nervous disposition of the featherfolk, few were as jittery as Mui. Covered in golden-white plumage, a permanent blush on his cheeks, his brown chestnut eyes almost invisible behind the paws used so often to cover his face, he was practically the living embodiment of the featherfolk stereotype. No one would suspect that he was one of Thorwad's heroes that had just saved the world from the centennial monsters, the Teras Pharma. Now that the Teras Pharma were eradicated, things had calmed down, but that didn't mean that the world was free from strife. The aftermath of the war had devastated a lot of natural life, so as an herbalist, Mui came here, to this barren field, so he could sow some seeds and grow the greenery needed for the medicine the world would need to heal. He came here ready to do good, pouch full of seeds, but quickly discovered that the fang rabbits had intruded in the absence of bigger monsters. That realization was hours ago, and Mui hadn't moved since then, working up the courage to either get the job done or to run away. I really need to get out of here soon... He couldn't take the plunge one way or another, but he knew he had a timer, one rooted in a heaviness situated around his tummy. I really need to go t-tinkle. He had spent so long debating what the smart next move would be, his bladder had ample time to begin filling with the fluids from earlier today. In an ideal world, he would have gotten to Lucille Plain, planted seeds all across the meadow, and gotten out of here before a need for a bathroom was ever a concern. But things hadn't gone according to plan, so here he was, desperation growing to worrisome levels. "Ah, Mui, you're already here. That makes things a lot easier." Mui was not expecting anybody else to show up, definitely not someone who knew him, so hearing his name was a shock. "Waaahhhhh!" With nothing nearby to hide behind, all he could do for shelter was throw himself into a corner against a rocky wall, crouching down and cowering with his head buried in his wings. More secretly, he leaked a little bit, nowhere near enough to be visible from the outside on thick canvas pants, but the shot of heat was incredibly evident to him. It was short, and he regained control quickly, but it was the nerve-wracking reminder that he really needed his pee break. Hiding, curled up in a ball, Mui knew he would never get the chance to relieve himself if he did nothing, so he forced himself to lower his hands and look up. And what he saw was not a predator, but a tall, slim human with long brown hair. And he was someone that Mui knew: the closest of Thorwad's compatriots, making him one of Mui's companions as well. "Oh, R-Rolf!" That was a huge weight off his chest, knowing this was someone he could trust. "D-did you c-come here to help me?" That was when he noticed that Rolf was holding something, hard to tell exactly, but it seemed to be a small brown clump with a green stalk poking up. "Oh, is that a sapling? What kind of plant is it for?" Curious, the featherfolk hopped up like a bird and began looking it over. "It would take too long to explain, and I haven't seen it myself, but Thorwad swears it'll work," Rolf assured. "Let's see how this works." Pulling the sapling away from the suddenly inquisitive Mui, Rolf knelt down nearby and began digging a hole in the soil with his hands, one deep enough to bury a sapling large enough that it could be cupped in two hands. So it took Rolf some time, but the hole wouldn't be large enough for it to be feasible for Mui to help with his big paws. He just had to watch, hope that simple observation was enough to take his mind off his desire to find the "little featherfolk's room". It wasn't. At least it wasn't long before Rolf had finished, covering the exposed top of the bulb with loose dirt. He wasn't a master gardener, but Mui considered the work satisfactory. Given the proper conditions, it would begin sprouting into a fine tree within a few years. It just needs proper sunlight and...watering... "But w-what is the tree supposed to d-do?" No sooner did he ask a reasonable question did the freshly-planted little sprout do something that trees absolutely did not do: it grew. Rapidly. The green shoot rocketed upwards, its girth expanding swiftly as several branches birthed and jumped outwards, the central spire turned brown, and a blanket of leaves formed at the ends of the outreaching arms, with glowing blue vines hanging down. All of this happened within seconds; in less than a quarter-minute, that tiny bud had become an adult tree, right before their eyes. Naturally, this wholly unusual phenomenon was horribly startling for poor Mui. "Kyaaah!" Shivering, he ran to his friend, hiding behind Rolf's comparatively large legs. His breathing had become shallow and rapid, and tears began to form in the corners of his eyes as he wrapped his wings around Rolf's knees for some security. And, yes, Mui did pee his pants a little bit more. "T-t-the t-tree is g-going to e-eat us!" Rolf was used to this kind of behavior, so he just laughed it off and continued admiring the tree. "So that's why you've placed your trust in those kids, Thorwad." Several moments passed with nothing sinister happening, and Mui started to wonder if he was scared for nothing. That's when the tree started glowing, more and more until it reached a blinding flash, something else that trees definitely don't do. "Gyaaahh!" The featherfolk once again buried his face into the back of Rolf's knees, shaking like he had just molted at the peak of Mt. Hioni, as if his friend's lower body was the only shield between him and death. Even when the light had vanished, he wouldn't dare pry himself away from what he perceived as safe. Because of this, the task of talking fell to Rolf. "Well, you surprised me. As soon as I planted the sapling, it grew quickly. It became such a splendid tree in no time at all." "Is it...because it's an Era Tree?" Wah! T-that was someone else talking! W-where did they come from?! "It interests me too, but... I think we should talk about medicinal herbs first." But Rolf trusts them, so m-maybe they're not ba- Wait, "medicinal herbs"? "Here, Mui." Ah, that's me! W-what do I do? I-I can't handle it! What if they're all planning to eat me? How am I supposed to r-run from them? If he were to flee, he needed some information about what he was facing, so against his better judgment, he poked his head out from behind Rolf's lower half to get a better look at the strange tree. And there was indeed someone standing there. In fact, there were four people that Mui had never seen before, who had all seemingly come out of nowhere. He could tell one was an Ionian soldier, but the two women were completely unknown. And the man at the head of the group... "T-Thorwad?" One of the women, a magician by the look of the staff she carried, clad in black and red robes, was the first to notice Mui's diminutive frame. "Wow, a featherfolk! I've never seen a real one before!" That comment brought everyone's eyes onto little Mui, making him shrink away nervously. That little act, that tiny startled squeal and shuffle back as he averted his gaze down, completely captured the eye of the other woman, the one with dirty blonde hair curled up at her shoulders and an ankle-length white dress with maroon skirt. Every single bit of her attention was focused squarely on Mui with an unblinking gaze that pierced through to his soul, and being the center of attention like that made the poor featherfolk nervous, retreating halfway behind Rolf's legs with a muffled squeak. That was the clincher. "Awwww, he's so cuuuuuute!" She was just shy of having hearts in her eyes; in every other way, she was as enamored as one could be, like her life had been empty before meeting a featherfolk. A wide, open smile lifted her expression to the sky, her hands were clasped over the sizable breasts that covered her melting heart, and blood rushed to her cheeks, fueled by a sugar rush from the undiluted sweetness she was looking at. Mui had no experience in how to cope with this kind of affection, so he did what he always did: panic. "Oh, uh, ah... I-I-I thought... Excuse me please!" With the most forceful shout his shaky voice could muster, he turned to run. He had only made one bound before Rolf, who had clearly anticipated this reaction, grabbed his upper wing to keep him still. "No, Mui, don't be afraid." Once Rolf was sure the featherfolk wasn't going anywhere when he felt his struggle go limp, he went back to addressing the other group. "Sorry about that. As you can see, he's very shy. Or rather, afraid." Though she kept her distance, the infatuated girl squatted down to better meet a featherfolk's eye level. "Aw, it's okay, Mui. We're not going to hurt you." He had little reason to believe that. "W-who are y-you?" The Thorwad lookalike seemed hesitant as to how he should answer that. "Well...it's sort of a long story..." --------------- It was hard for Mui to follow, with all the new concepts being thrown his way, but he got the following: they were all from 100 years in the future, when the Teras Pharma had returned. They had returned thanks to the machinations of a group called the Vermilion Axe, who wanted to use their might to overthrow the Holy Empire of Ionia. The Vermilion Axe had destroyed the town of Schradt and wounded many of its citizens, so the bountiful medicinal herbs of the Lucille Plain called to them. It sounded to Mui like a trick, but when he looked up at Rolf, he received a nod of approval. As much as his gut objected, Rolf and Thorwad trusted them, so he shouldn't have a reason to worry. He also learned who all the people who had come from the future were. The leader, Yusuke, was one of Thorwad's ancestors, trained in the same Blue Flash sword style as the hero Mui knew, which explained the resemblance. The Ionian soldier was Ducas, the mage was Myra, and the woman fawning over the featherfolk was Ilia Barcai, as she was all-too-eager to tell him. Ducas blurted out something about her uncle being the head of the Vermilion Axe, and got smacked in the back of the head by Myra for the insensitive comment. Everything seemed to be settled. All except for one thing, as Ducas soon brought up. "So, what's going on with the herbs?" "Oh, y-yes, t-that's... I-I came here to plant some herb seeds, but..." Looking down at his feet, Mui started scraping the dirt with his tiny talons as he began muttering. "I-I'm sorry, b-but-" "The fang rabbits that ravaged the plains are still lurking around here, right?" Rolf really knew Mui, like he was inside the featherfolk's head. "That's why he hasn't sown any seeds yet." "Y-yes..." He began hiding his face behind his wings. "I-I-I'm so sorry..." "No, you did nothing wrong, Mui," Ilia exclaimed, quick to jump to his defense. "That's why we're all here, to help you!" "That's right," Myra added. "It's important to us that the herbs are healthy as well." Yusuke nodded. "Besides, Thorwad has helped us in some amazing ways, and I'd like to pay him back. So any friend of his is a friend of ours." Though he was hesitant, Mui started to poke his head out of hiding. "Um, t-thank you..." Rolf began chuckling. "Sounds like you'll be in good hands with them, Mui. I think I can trust you alone." And with little more than a wave goodbye, he was on his way out. "Huh? W-w-wait!" Just because he could trust them didn't mean he was ready to be alone with them, people he didn't know. Even just having Rolf would ease his concern significantly, but it didn't seem like that would happen. And he knew exactly why it would prove to be a problem. From when Rolf had appeared to now, though a lot had happened to distract him, the little featherfolk had never neglected the uncomfortable tingling in his bladder. He couldn't, it was just too omnipresent and worrying to possibly push to the back of his mind, knowing that it would have to be addressed sooner or later. The problem was, he now had no idea how he would handle this predicament. He knew Rolf, they had adventured together and stopped a terrible calamity. If Mui was truly bursting, he might just barely be able to ask Rolf to wait while he took care of business. But with strangers? No, there was zero chance he'd work up that kind of courage around anyone he didn't already know. He really didn't want to remember how much he had tortured his poor bladder as a part of Thorwad's heroes. It wasn't that he was doubting the abilities of these people from the future. But even the Holy Emperor himself would have a hard time clearing a large field of fang rabbits in the time Mui had left before...the undesirable outcome. It would simply be too long before the featherfolk would have a moment to himself again. Oh, I wasted my chance! I should have d-done it before Rolf showed up! Just the thought of the pain that lay ahead for him seemed to make it worse, and his knees bent inwards as he trembled. Of course, shivering in nervousness was nothing new for him, which was probably why nobody seemed to notice. Nobody except for Ilia, of course, who just couldn't take her eyes off the featherfolk. While on his travels, Mui had heard the phrase "undressing someone with your eyes"; he couldn't help but wonder if that would describe what he was on the receiving end of. One way or another, he got an answer when Ilia snapped. "Oh, I can't take it anymore!" Faster than lightning, Ilia dived for Mui, wrapping her arms around his tiny body, squeezing him like a snake, lifting him off the ground with his paws dangling as she stood up and rocked him to and fro. It wasn't all bad, she kept him comfortable with his face in her two ample cushions, though he didn't care about that. "You're just too precious, Mui!" "Alright, Ilia, you're being overbearing," Myra warned, though it didn't sound like she was all that invested. "You've barely met the poor thing, I'm sure he wants his space." Ducas nodded. "I'm sure it's overwhelming. Guys aren't used to beautiful women throwing themselves at them." "Yeah, you've definitely never experienced that." "Okay, that's enough, Myra," Yusuke interrupted, putting a stop to the argument in the making. "Er, Ilia, you really should let go of him now." "Oh, sorry!" As she loosened her embrace, Mui took the first chance he could get to pull his face out of her bust, gasping for air as he felt freedom against his twitchy little button nose. Just looking at that, it took every ounce of willpower for Ilia to not suffocate him in another constricting hug. "It's just...he's so precious, I can't help myself!" Though she would have been content to hold him forever, she did put the featherfolk down. Notably, he took a step back as soon as his feet touched the ground, shrinking into a smaller silhouette. She should have been saddened by the subtle rejection, but honestly, the shyness just captured Ilia's heart even further. However, on the other end of the infatuation, Mui felt worry well up in his chest. I knew it... I'm never g-going to get any alone time so long as s-she's around! I mean, I couldn't ever ask anyway, but...j-just in case I did... Again, his bladder seemed to get even fuller at the mere thought of trouble, making it incredibly difficult to hide his needs. The normal actions of his nervous disposition could only hide so much. Oh, I really really don't wanna w-wet myself... --------------- "All right! That's how we clean up around here!" They had barely gotten started on their quest, and already, Ducas was boasting. One fang rabbit slain at his spear, and he was acting like the strongest soldier around. Nobody had the time to berate him for his cockiness, because there was still the rest of this pack of savage hares to deal with. Yusuke was putting his Blue Flash style swordsmanship to the test as the nimble targets charged him, while Myra covered his back with fire magic. They all had at least some experience fighting, but even with some time to grow accustomed to battling the Teras Pharma, opponents like this were still an unusual challenge. Meanwhile, in the back, Ilia could only watch. She was an herbalist, a healer, she was not much of an asset when it came to a straight battle, her best tactic was just to hang back and watch as her friends got attacked by all manner of beasts. She wouldn't show it, but she hated that weakness, her inability to make a difference for those close to her. She could only stand by in support as everyone she loved fought their own battles, becoming nothing more than a bystander. So she channeled that frustration into her art: if she couldn't act, she could help the people she believed in. Even as she suffered under the knowledge that her uncle, the man who has basically raised her after the fire in Martylion claimed her parents, wanted to destroy the world she knew, she followed Yusuke with all her heart as they struck out to change the world. And now that they had traveled a century to the past, maybe she could change things. And if she was going to change the future, she first needed to improve herself. Thankfully, she had an easy jump to that end. Though she didn't understand exactly what he meant, Yusuke had said that, through simply a desire to learn, he had picked up sword skills from Thorwad the first time he traveled to the past. So, if Mui were to show me something special of his, I should be able to do it too. But does it have to be an herbalist technique? Does he have to want to teach me? Well, before any of that, he needs to talk to me. Ever since their first interaction, Mui had kept his distance from Ilia, never keeping more than a second of eye contact with her. Maybe I was being a bit too overbearing with him...but he's just too irresistible! Still, as cute as he was, he clearly felt alienated and uncomfortable. Which did make him cuter, yes, but it would make being his student more challenging. So I just have to bridge the gap between us, somehow. "Actually, Mui, I'm an herbalist too." That got his attention, even if it wasn't undivided. "U-um, t-that's what I t-thought. Y-your bag g-gave it away." True, the two both wore brown leather pouches around the fronts of their waists, used to easily store and access all their supplies. "Yes, and all of us grew up hearing the legends of how Thorwad and his team of heroes saved the world from the Teras Pharma. I know how much you must have helped them, kept them going." A blush bloomed on the featherfolk's little cheeks. Though, Ilia realized, he always looked like that. "N-n-no, I-I didn't do that much! Y-you don't have t-to think anything of m-me!" He squeezed his eyes shut and threw his arms out as a makeshift barrier between the two. "Phew, those guys were a real hassle, but we got ‘em!" Reveling in his success, Ducas strutted back from the scene of the battle, scuffed up and beaten, but victorious. Honestly, Ilia hardly noticed however Ducas was doing. "Oh, Yusuke, you're hurt!" She rushed to his side, looking over his injuries. Clearly, the fang rabbits had gotten a few good hits in on him, because his clothes were ripped and blood seeped from a few flesh wounds. "It's not that bad, Ilia, really." Him, Myra, and Ilia had all been childhood friends back in Therbe Village, so he knew that Ilia was the overbearing type. He knew that reassurances and downplaying would do nothing, and was therefore expecting her to reach right for her bag and start mixing herbs to treat his injuries, which she did. The skill was unmistakable, as her hands worked deftly and nimbly with all manner of leaves and petals that nobody else could keep straight. Nobody except Mui, that is. He could instantly identify every ingredient that went into her mixture, knew the purpose of each, and could therefore piece together the potion she was concocting. Though, granted, it was a very basic recipe. Still, something about it seemed off. "How much s-solution are you using with that?" "Hm?" She paused in the middle of her measuring, with an unopened bottle of clear viscous liquid in her right hand. "About 100 milliliters. Is there something wrong?" Upon being questioned back, Mui yelped and jumped back, hiding his face behind his wings again. "N-n-no, it's nothing! J-j-just ignore m-me!" Eventually, though, he did shift his arms around, until one of his eyes could peek through a gap. "I-it's just...you should be using m-more than that." "What? But using more solution would dilute it too much to be very effective." Again, Mui recoiled. "N-n-no, y-you're right! B-but, if you add another three grams of medicinal flower and two g-grams of dragon grass leaf in addition to 350 milliliters of s-solution-" "-it would create a larger mixture of potion while still maintaining a proper ratio of ingredients, keeping the extra thinning of higher quantities of solution in mind!" She had never heard this theory before, but just as it was being explained to her, it was like she had known it all along, suddenly appearing in her mind. Without any further instruction, she began making the potion Mui had described, like she was a master that had made this concoction hundreds of times. And, within a matter of seconds, the potion was complete. "Wow... With this much, I could treat all of you at once!" She didn't wait for permission before pouring some of the mixture into her open palm and spreading it over Yusuke's wounds, in a very "hands-on" way. "Yusuke, is this how you learned from Thorwad?" "Yes. It's a strange sensation, isn't it?" "No, I quite enjoy it! Mui's legacy and technique can live on through me!" Now finished with doctoring Yusuke, Ilia looked back at the featherfolk and smiled. "Thank you very much, Mui!" A second passed, but eventually, the compliment softened Mui's guard. He slowly relaxed his stance and lowered his wings, exposing his face in its entirety. Though his eyes continued to dart around nervously, he looked a bit more comfortable, even if he was certainly still fidgeting and skittish. It was a small step, but the mere fact that the step was made warmed Ilia's heart. You'll get there, Mui. With Yusuke taken care of, and plenty of potion to spare, she moved to treat Myra next, slowly pouring more of the medicine into her hand so as not to spill it over her cupped palm and curled fingers. It was the sight of that trickling liquid so close to her eyes, coupled with the cold fluid against her bare skin, that reminded her of something. Mmph... That's right... It had been quite some time since Ilia had used the restroom, she recalled. She couldn't be blamed for letting that natural need slip her mind; a lot had happened to her recently. Her uncle was the man leading the Vermillion Axe and summoning the Teras Pharma, the town she had called home for so much of her life was brought to ruin as a result, many of the people she had known were injured in the attack, and the grief at not having the means to help them was the reason they had traveled a century into the past, a concept that seemed impossible before she experienced it herself. Wow, when I put it all in order, it really has been a long time. Far too long... Thanks to her ankle-length dress, she had the freedom to covertly cross her legs as she treated Myra, squeezing her thighs high up to keep her girlhood clenched shut. It did take the sharpest of the edge off, but not much more than that. She still felt that telltale strain thanks to the taut, hard bump on her stomach, the kind of discomfort she would normally be scurrying to "dispose of". Ilia had done a lot of traveling throughout her life, particularly the road between her home in Schradt and her training and friends in Therbe. She never made the trek alone, and no amount of "just in case" before departing or careful rationing of water on the walk could keep her empty the entire hike. As a result, she had naturally grown to be more accepting of not only the eventual need to urinate outdoors, but how to let her companions know she was doing so. She just used indirect language. As an herbalist always gathering materials, it was totally possible she really was wandering off to pick flowers. Surely they've never figured it out. But things weren't so simple this time, for several reasons. There was always the concern of monsters attacking while she was alone, but that was prior to the Teras Pharma appearing; it was worth being cautious about back then, but not a likely occurrence. Even without Teras Pharma here, she knew there were plenty more fang rabbits, it was dangerous to separate from the group. Especially with how far she'd have to go if she wanted her pee to be private, because there really wasn't much cover in an open plain. She'd need to stroll halfway across the field to hide, and if her only excuse was "I saw some herbs I want to collect", it would stretch credibility that she could see them from such a distance. It wasn't that hard for Ilia to convince herself to just hold off for the time being. She recognized it was a necessity, gotten good at doing it cleanly, but she couldn't say she was a fan of squatting. With her dress, it was just tedious to get all that out of the way, with a constant worry that it would slip at some point, right into harm's way. It would be nice if I could learn to pee standing. Why does that have to strictly be a guy thing? It would at least prevent her dropping her rear in a bed of poisonous plants again. So, if she didn't want to do her business around here, she really just had to wait. Once Lucille Plain was cleared of danger, its soil sown with seeds, they would return to their present time, and she'd figure out something then, when she was in more familiar territory. Though, judging by the severity of the sensation below her stomach, she wouldn't be making it anywhere civilized in her time. Just the feeling of being in the world she knew was a promising proposition, one where she knew what would be dangerous to wipe with. Mui just needed to get his seeds in the ground, and she could return to that world. Speaking of which, Mui hadn't moved at all. The fang rabbits in this area had been disposed of, everyone was fixed up from the battle, yet he remained still. Ilia's bladder panged at the sight, the thought that her release had been delayed as a result. "Um, Mui, sweetie? You can start planting your seeds." Nobody had moved any time recently, yet somehow, it seemed the featherfolk had forgotten they were all there. What else could explain how suddenly he jolted, crying as his scrawny wings fluttered in a futile attempt to pull his child-sized body to escape. It was only when he crashed back down and saw everybody looking funny at him that he came to his senses. "A-ah! R-right! I-I-I'm so s-sorry!" Hopping over to a nearby patch of fresh dirt, the featherfolk reached into his bag to grab his seeds. Something that seemed to take him a while. He should have everything organized in there, what's happening? Eventually, he did pull out a pawful of small pebbles and, bending his reverse-facing knees, he crouched close enough to the ground to reach out and began scratching some trenches into the earth with his seldom-used claws. "A...a...a...AAAAWWWWWWWW!!!" With his little back hunched just so, working in the dirt, he looked like a little kid making sandcastles on the beach. Somehow, he had done it, and exceeded his cuteness limit in Ilia's eyes. Her body was soon overflowing with an urge to run up and squeeze him tight, thereby interrupting his sowing. It was only that thought that kept her from acting; the thought that Mui possibly wouldn't enjoy it never crossed her mind. Actually, something else did make her think twice about it: the glee caused her concentration to slip, and that had a very evident negative consequence. "Ah!" With her focus all in another place, her heavy bladder jumped at the chance to expel some of its mass and ease its burden. While it was a quick run, Ilia caught wise almost as soon as it began, and it was thanks to this swift response that she only had a small squirt of scorching urine squeeze out and soak into her underwear. Which, of course, came paired with the searing pain induced by pee stuck in her urethra, unable to go back and unable to leak out. But that didn't mean it wasn't going to try. In fact, it probably would have succeeded, were it not for Ilia's quick thinking. Faster than anything the Blue Flash sword style could muster, her hands flew straight to her crotch to hold on and clutch her hole shut. Of course, with her large bag acting as a wall against her swimsuit area, above a leather half-apron to protect her legs from the pack's shifting friction, the easiest way to accomplish this task was to throw her hands into the bag and grab herself through it. Naturally, her iron grip was dramatically dampened by its force needing to retain through thick canvas, the skirt of her dress, and her panties just to top it off. It meant only about half her strength actually reached her crotch, but with her thighs cradling her wrists and pushing them further in, it was enough. "Ahh..." "Uh, Ilia... What are you doing?" Problem was, she wasn't alone. Even if they couldn't see her hands, they saw her shove them down there and tense up, something that was sure to raise a few questions. Hence, why Myra was probing her, and why Yusuke and Ducas were looking at her funny. Yet again, Ilia had to act quickly. Not just for fear of being found out, but her friends staring at her while her twitching hands were the only thing keeping her dress dry was...embarrassing. "Oh, I'm just...organizing! Yeah, there's so many different herbs in here, it's important to always keep them in individual pockets!" Technically, it wasn't a lie, it just wasn't what she was doing at the moment. Still, she could make them believe it, with a couple flicks of the wrist and an unfocused stare into the dark contents of her pouch. It did mean she couldn't properly hold herself anymore, but it did seem to gradually convince everyone that nothing was amiss with Ilia. And once they had turned their attention to other matters, she could go right back to it. "O-okay, t-the seeds are p-planted," Mui quietly stammered, slowly pushing himself up. "C-c-can we m-move on n-now? I-I m-mean, only i-if you're all o-okay with it!" "Of course, if that's what you want, we'll hurry!" Not that she wouldn't have agreed with Mui regardless, he was too cute to ever argue with, but she did have an ulterior motive to support his request. The sooner we finish here, the sooner we return to our own time, and I can do my business then. The group got moving to the next herd of fang rabbits, and despite the uncomfortable heat and pressure welling up in her abdomen, a rising confidence reached her head instead. Yes, I'll make it. --------------- No, I won't make it! The majority of the vicious fang rabbits had been slain, and many of their nesting grounds now hosted many herb seeds, Mui should have been relieved that this scary ordeal was nearly over. But how could he be, when he so badly needed relief of a different kind? Until his poor little bladder, now stretched far past any normal size, was given the chance to drain its fluids, he would never feel relaxed. Mui had been holding his pee this entire time, and it had only gotten worse the longer he put it off. He had no choice but to put it off indefinitely; with everybody around, there was no chance his shyness would allow any release. Thankfully, he didn't need to exert himself with anything more taxing than squatting close to the ground and tilling, but even that limited movement was testing his patience. Every time he tried to do something more demanding than standing still and thinking dry thoughts, he would be swiftly struck with a punishing blast of fiery pain from the large bulge on his tummy, and each time, he thought that would be the end, only held back by some discrete holding from his shaking paws. By this point, the desperation had been going on for so long, Mui had forgotten what it felt like to not have to pee. But even so, he wanted to reclaim that sensation, or lack of sensation, so badly, it consumed his every thought. Every time he closed his eyes to blink, he could so clearly visualize him yanking his little guy out and spraying the ground in front of him. It was a short flash, yet every time, he inched closer to making it happen. Just without the first step. Put simply, he was extremely grateful that his large medicine pack covered most of his pants from the front. If not, the collective results of his many dribbles would be plainly obvious for all to see. Even still, he kept up the hard work. Whenever asked, he would obediently plant the herb seeds, as hesitant as he was to get low to the ground. Any sort of bending forward did put an unnecessary squeeze on his ballooned bladder, where each time felt like the last before it would pop. It wasn't unreasonable to think so; with the damp drip on the tip of his member at all times, though not always the same one, it really felt like a falling feather could spell the difference between wet and flooded pants. Mmph...nngh...ah... Deserts, deserts, clear skies, no rain, no water... We're almost done... You can do this, Mui, it's just a little more... Just these seeds, and they'll leave... Every second, his brain was running wild with self-assurance that he was strong enough to last, though even he doubted his own words. He knew, better than anyone, how frail he was for a legendary hero. He couldn't hold as long as others could, and given that his tummy already felt like exploding out in a wet inferno, he could consider himself on a tight timer. Wah! A tight timer, an hourglass that had just dropped its last sand. Once more, a quick spurt passed through his urethra, something he had sadly gotten pretty used to. It's not like it would dampen his pants even further. But this time, something was terrifyingly new: the drops from his tip afterwards. While it wasn't unusual for some bits of pee to not come out as strongly and drip out afterwards, it was only a few before. This time, the drops kept coming in regular intervals, sliding from the end of his flaccid shaft, down his leg. No, it's...it's too late! I can't hold it! He froze, at possibly the worst time, with a pawful of seeds still in his grasp. A few of them did inadvertently shower onto the ground as he began trembling, but for the most part, he was totally still. No matter how much his mind screamed for him to act, get up and do something to not wet himself, his body just wouldn't respond. Aside from loosening the shoestring hold he had over his bladder, of course. Sweat dripped from his face and fell to the ground as he watched, seeing the tiny sphere of liquid splash in the soil, probably the worst sight he could be subjected to right now. But he had witnessed it, meaning only two options laid before him: either wet himself, or... "I-I-I-I'll be r-r-right b-back!" With adrenaline as the wind beneath his wings, Mui jumped up and took off, running so fast his legs burned, before anybody could process what he could be doing. After all, he was just about done with the last pinch of seeds they needed planted, and he just went running off out of nowhere. Of course Ilia was concerned, but everyone else worried as well, looking between each other in case someone had an explanation. If they were able to see the featherfolk once he had escaped, his motive would have been obvious. Now that he was far enough away from everyone else to be out of focus, facing away from the rest, he had the freedom to hold himself. Something he did without delay, slamming his large paws against his crotch. He was in such a hurry to do so, he didn't even put them inside his bag, instead opting to crush the pack's contents by pressing against the front with all his strength. Which, truthfully, wasn't much to write home about. Between the full thickness of the bag, its contents, and the leather waist-apron beneath, not too much of the pressure made it through. It wouldn't work as a dam for very long, he had very little time to figure this out. That time would have to be shared, with not just how he should pee, but where he could pee, which was looking to be the harder obstacle to overcome. The plains were so flat and open, with almost nothing to see besides the expanse of short grass. He couldn't just turn away from everybody and use his bottle of solution, even if he dumped the remaining liquid out first, or the residual ammonia from his urine could wreak havoc on future medicines. There was the Era Tree everyone came through, but it was way on the other side of the field; even if he made it over there, he'd wet himself before getting his pants down. Not to mention the other concerns that came with that idea. If I did it on an Era T-Tree, would my p-pee go to the future? Oh, I'd die of embarrassment if anybody saw that! A-anything else, please! He said "anything else", but when he only had one realistic location, he hesitated. The Lucille Plain was made up of two levels, bridged by a ramp that extended outwards, down into the lower level. On this ground floor, he could go in the corner between the opposite end of the ramp and wall, and be hidden from the rest of his party. But the ramp that would shield him from prying eyes wasn't especially tall, being only slightly taller than himself. So, should someone get closer, especially from above, they would see plenty. And it was also just a corner, meaning he had no protection from the other two sides. Mui wasn't sure he could even let go when someone might see; whenever he used the little boy's room, he waited until he had the place to himself if he could. And if he couldn't, it took a little work to get started and he still felt awkward about the whole thing. The important thing he needed to keep in mind was that privacy was his goal when he had a choice in the matter. Currently, he did not. He needed to compromise on what he was comfortable with, or he'd have to go back home with drenched pants, a bit of a long flight. "I-it's good enough!" Holding his crotch like he wanted to crush stones with that grip, he bolted for the corner, leaving a trail of pee dribbles with each step as it trickled down his leg. While it could have been done faster, he would have much preferred it be done faster, Mui did at long last reach the corner he had his eye on. In fact, he was so fast, he very nearly collided with the rock wall as he slid to a stop, mere inches away. Yet, even now, he could hardly be described as "still", given his continued reliance on stepping in place in addition to crotch-grabbing. He wiggled his hips, shaking larger pools of urine free from his pants in tiny showers, all frequently punctuated with small squeaks and moans. He was here, the featherfolk knew time was of the essence, he needed to get going here. Of course, even though he was a boy, it wasn't as simple as just whipping it out. He first needed to take care of his herb pouch, the one currently being jammed into his groin area. Ordinarily, he would undo the belt buckle behind his back and take the pack off, a bit of a delicate task in the best of circumstances thanks to his meaty paws. And with those paws trembling, slipping the clasp out of its hole to undo the lock would take way too long, if he even could. The simpler solution was to just spin the bag and its belt around his waist until it was no longer in the way. It was simpler by virtue of comparison, it still wasn't effortless. He wore the belt fairly tightly, to prevent the weighty pouch attached from falling to his ankles, or worse, taking his pants with them. And yes, he was very much feeling the tightness of his belt at the moment. Bottom line, it would take some force to rotate the bag, something he wouldn't be able to manage while it competed with the friction from pressing against his body. I have to take my p-paws out of there... Just...t-take them out, and...hold it for a t-tiny bit... His body had gotten too used to the little bit of reprieve holding his boyhood provided, the mere prospect of taking that away was just something he really couldn't endure. No, I just know it! I'll p-pee myself if I take them out! But, I'll h-have an accident for sure if I can't get my pants off r-really soon... Fine, I'll do it! With a surge of resolve, backed by a surge of urine down and out of his peehole, Mui did what he had to do and pulled his paws out. Naturally, the loss of the necessary measure meant immediate squirting from his twitching member, but he was now on too much of a mission to notice. He grabbed the sides of his bag without delay, pushing to the left, tensing his strained body until the entire leather loop began to rotate around his waist. It did twist his pant legs in conjunction, but his own shivering legs kept them from significantly shifting. Before long, the pack was at his side, and the front of his pants were totally exposed. The whole thing was accompanied with many squeals and grunts, as was to be expected. "Ah oh ah mmgh..." Being in the light, Mui was now able to truly assess the damage to his pants. Even with the leather apron around him as well, there was a slit in the front specifically for tinkling, allowing him full view at his partial accident. Though his trousers were dark green, the wet patch was still plenty visible. Not just because of the color difference, or the reflective shine, but the sheer size made it impossible to miss. It wasn't just a little spot on his crotch, it spread nearly the full width of his hips and went down to his knees. If he saw anyone else with pants as wet as his, he would unquestioningly assume they had had totally flooded themselves. Yet here he was, still with enough pee inside him to bring him to bursting. He wasn't thinking about any of that. With the front of his pants freed, his only thought was baring more, as he threw his paws around the front waistband and shoved down. He held back a little; given that he only needed to pee, there was no reason to totally drop trou to his ankles. No, he just needed to get it low enough to free his private parts, tucked under his balls hanging in the open, sitting below his limp penis. Despite being a different species, one covered in feathers, male featherfolk junk looked nearly indistinguishable from the human equivalent, just as smooth with its bare skin, though it shared color with Mui's white-gold body. And the smaller frame of featherfolk was shared down below. At least everything aside from the tip remained dry, thanks to loose pants not having to press their soaked fabric up against the little guy. The time had come, at long last. He placed a paw on his shaft, positively dwarfing the small member with his giant mitt; if he angled the paw correctly, he could completely conceal the proof he was a boy from that side. It wouldn't do Mui specifically much good, he would be too nervous to go with anyone so close, whether they could see anything or not, but it gave him some small modicum of comfort. So, bending his paw inwards, gripping his penis in the curve of the pad in the center of his palm, he was aimed and steady. Mui was good to go. So he did. Honestly, even if things weren't so clean and open, he probably would have begun his business now. His bladder could only wait so long, after all; he was just fortunate that he had held out barely long enough. Now a powerful spray of mostly clear, off-yellow liquid gushed out, actually not far off from his own body's color, with a roaring hiss as the geyser shot past the folds of his foreskin, many droplets splitting off and careening on solo flights to the ground. Most stayed in the central hose, only breaking up as it collided with the craggy corner he was marking as his territory, cascading between the cracks like a waterfall, building into a puddle in the grass. "Haaaahhhh..." Despite the sizable quantity of water weight being expelled, Mui felt heavy. A tingly sensation rushed through his body, leaving waves of goosebumps at the stems of his feathers, as it felt like all the blood rushed to his head. His vision began to blur slightly, dizziness filled his eyes, and he began to droop forward. It wasn't far before he hit his head on the jagged wall, and it was almost immediately afterwards that he reeled back. "Ow!" He only just resisted stepping back instinctually, which was for the best when considering how much of a mess that could have made. Though maybe he should have retreated somewhat, given what he saw as his gaze drifted downwards. The gushing pee was still raging just as forceful, and with such a fast, thick, solid stream hitting an uneven rock wall in such close proximity, the impact created a wide splatter of backsplash, a warm mist all over his pants and apron. And that wasn't all the piddle coming back to him; as the falls continued and created a cloudy golden pond between the blades of grass, it expanded larger and larger until it surrounded and warmed his bare feet. "U-ugh...gross..." Yet he had little choice but to bear with it until he was done. Honestly, it wasn't as bad as it could have been. Early on, when he had first left Gugleion for the greater world, the concept of taking a tinkle in a more exposed way was a tough hurdle for him to overcome, but he did eventually become more accustomed to the act of public urination when he needed to. So long as he had complete privacy as he did it, he could enjoy the moment, with the euphoric pleasure as the steaming hot pee was released from his hours-long agonizing ordeal. "Phew...aahhh..." Finally, he released a sigh, breath he had been holding in for a while as well, and relaxed as his little splishes echoed in his ears. ...FFFSshhhhhhhh... Mui's heart nearly stopped, and that breath he had exhaled a moment ago immediately became stuck in his chest again. T-t-that isn't m-me! T-t-there's s-someone else h-here! He froze up, and couldn't move a muscle, limbs shaking and pupils quivering. W-w-who i-is it?! W-w-w-what w-will they d-d-do t-to m-m-me?! I-it's a s-snake, a g-g-giant hissing s-snake that's g-gonna eat m-me! I-I know it! He knew he needed to look, see what intruded on his bubble, but it was so hard to work up the courage to look that danger in the eye. It was a stiff turn of the head, but he did it eventually, sweat dripping off his cheeks. If he wasn't careful, he'd get dehydrated, with all the bodily fluids he was losing. As he was just barely able to catch a glimpse behind him from the corner of his eye, he realized something: they weren't exactly intruding, per se. In fact, she was still and keeping her distance, the "she" being Ilia, who had somehow snuck behind the paranoid featherfolk. She was sticking a comfortable gap from him, and not in any position to suddenly jump in. She couldn't, squatting with her legs in front of her and butt so close to the ground, with her bag and apron sitting in a pile to her left, her ankle-length dress pulled way up to her waist, and something small and pink stretched between her spread knees that Mui didn't recognize. Maybe those were that "underwear" thing he had heard humans wore. He wasn't thinking about any of that, because he saw way more than just some undergarments. The source of the noise that alerted Mui in the first place, the reason Ilia was squatting out here, was because she was doing the same thing he was: peeing. She was baring it all to allow a messy gold-tinted stream to gush from her privates, rapidly creating a puddle where it landed. And while it was hidden in some shadows, at a significant height difference, obscured by distance and the fountain it had become... Yes, Mui could see some of her gentials. "W-wah!" It didn't take the featherfolk long to process what his eyes were witnessing, something he moved to rectify as soon as muscle reaction time caught up with his brain. Quick as a hawk, he went straight back to looking to his front, the exact opposite direction of Ilia, and doing it so fast his head might have spun back around if it weren't attached. I-I-I can't l-look, s-she needs p-p-privacy... B-but what's she d-doing here?! S-s-she's a g-girl, and b-boys and g-g-girls are supposed to u-use the bathroom s-separately! Ah, I-I can't let her s-s-see it! He clamped both paws around his penis, until not even he could see the shaft, only letting the tip breathe so it could continue painting the wall a nice yellow. In fact, that needed to stop. It was inappropriate for him to do his business with someone else around, especially a girl, he had to cut it off now. "I-I'm s-sorry, I'll l-leave!" I-I need to g-get out, quick! Hhngh! He closed his eyes and tensed, with the intent of screwing the cap back on his spilling bottle, at least until Ilia had finished up and gone away. The issue he soon encountered, unfortunately, was that he was peeing very hard, and his little body did not want to deny him the relief he had started. The stream sputtered only thanks to his incredible shyness, the towering barrier that begged to keep his private time private, quieting his urination for brief periods between the raging torrent he had maintained up until now. And finally, his number one landed lower on the wall, then down near his feet, and dribbled to a reluctant halt, with his boyhood limping down with nothing careening through...for about two seconds, when it jumped back to life with a roaring shower, and any further attempts to dry this rain resulted in absolutely no change. "I-I-I'm so sorry, I c-can't stop!" "Aw, it's okay, Mui," Ilia comforted, her voice echoing from her distance in the open and mostly-empty field. "You needed to go potty really badly, there's nothing wrong with that. Honestly, I'm in much the same place. You ran off so suddenly, I came to check on you, and when I saw what you were doing... Well, I'm sure you understand." "B-b-but why are you d-doing it here? I-it's kind of m-making me uncomfortable...j-just a bit..." "Oh, I'm sorry! I promise I can't see anything! But it's as I said, I was in a bit of a tight spot myself. I had been holding it for so long, since before we arrived, and I was beginning to worry about my chances of making it until we were all done. Seeing you watering the plants was more than I could take." True, Mui could hear quite the splashing from Ilia's direction; were it not for the volume difference as a result of proximity, she and him would likely be equally as violent. "Again, I'm really sorry! I'm sure this is awkward for you." Yes, it was awkward. It was very awkward. Once neither was talking, the only sounds were the hissing, splashing, and trickling as the two continued peeing, and peeing, and peeing away, with sighs and moans of relief in response, all of which came from Ilia. Mui, on the other paw, was keeping totally silent, like he was terrified of alerting a predator if even the slightest squeak passed his lips. Tiny grunts reverberated inside his closed mouth every so often, but his mouth would not open. He just wanted this to end, for his bladder to empty, when he could put this whole nightmare behind him. Of course, now that he was nervous, time seemed to come to a crawl, with the heavy pit at the bottom of his stomach and the tingling at the base of his shaft reverberating throughout his fluffy figure. Not only did he have nothing to occupy himself, but he actively wanted to not concentrate on what he was doing. The more he did, the more he thought about how someone was watching him pee, and that realization was making him panic. His breathing accelerated sharply, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and he began to feel lightheaded once more. His only escape would be to turn his attention elsewhere. But if he looked out to the empty plains, not only would he be jumping at every shadow, the anticipation of someone wandering into view and finding him would overwhelm him, and he'd probably pass out. That left him but one option: to turn around and look around Ilia. It seemed strange to purposefully remind himself that he wasn't alone, when that was the source of his anxiety, but there was a reason for it. He barely knew Ilia, he had no idea what she could do if left alone, he'd feel a lot better if he could confirm for himself that she was harmless and keeping back. So that's what he did, even twisting his waist more to the side so he could see with more than just the edge of his vision. He was very careful to keep his boy parts out of this. And as his head arced to view behind his back, Mui was relieved to see that he still had his space. Ilia seemed to have no intention of moving for the time being. No, she was far too absorbed in her answering of nature's call, judging from the relaxed look on her face, with her closed eyes, curved smile, and slightly parted lips, blissfully absorbed in her squat. Girls p-pee like that? That looks uncomfortable... Does she know there are other ways? The article of clothing Mui assumed to be her underwear had a visible dark stain in the center, paraded out for him to see stretched between her knees, the cause of which was all too well known to the little featherfolk. She must have had to g-go almost as much as I d-did. He didn't mean to, really, but looking around that area meant seeing something far more protected than just some wet panties. The gushing geyser had to come from somewhere, and that stream being the only motion on her besides some chest heaving caused by breathing, Mui's eyes were drawn to the spot. I-is that what all girls look like d-down there? W-where is the pee c-coming from? Despite his small size by human standards, Mui was an adult male featherfolk, yet he was so shy, he had never seen a woman without her clothes. He had heard vague descriptors, and certain natural urges would occasionally force him to use his imagination, but the real thing ended up being different from what he had pictured. It's just a p-pink hole, like a knot in a tree, but k-kind of opening like a flower? It's kind of hard to t-tell... B-but I thought humans were supposed to be m-mostly hairless! "Hm? Mui, what are you looking at?" Ah, I was staring! A quick glance upwards confirmed that, yes, Ilia had opened her eyes, and was looking at him with an inquisitive expression. Mui's heart stopped; he knew that watching a girl like this was one of the worst things someone could do. He would hate it if someone was looking at his private parts, yet he had turned around and subjected someone else to that invasion. "I-I-I-I'm so sorry! I-I-I didn't mean t-to!" His voice cracked towards the end thanks to the lump that appeared in his throat, and he immediately went back to looking to his front, not just to be polite, but so Ilia couldn't see him start crying. "Uguh...kuh..." She's going to hate me, I'm s-sure of it. W-what if she tells the people of the f-future that I'm a bad person? Thorwad is g-going to have his name dragged through the mud for being nice to me. I-I'm going to- "Aw, it's okay. You don't have to worry about it." It sounded to him like there was a strange emphasis on the word "you", but Mui couldn't make heads or tailfeathers about why that would be the case. "You were just a little curious, weren't you?" "N-no, I wasn't r-really looking at anything! I-I just happened to see, and u-um..." Despite the words of assurance, Mui didn't believe that Ilia wasn't angry with him. She'd change her tone any moment now and berate his perverted behavior, he just knew it. He just needed to confirm that, the only way he could: turning back to look. A habit he really needed to break if he were to find himself in this spot again. Actually, with an irresistible urge to look at someone whenever things got uncomfortable, Mui could make a strong case that he really didn't mean to be inappropriate. He really didn't mean to look at anything naughty this time, at least. He did see the goods again, still with pee flowing freely, though he wasn't watching for more than a second. He was far more concerned with her face at the moment, an anxious tension rising up his body as his eyes met hers. His were darting around, the look of a bird scared out of his mind, and hers were...kind, gentle, inviting. There wasn't a shred of displeasure in those eyes. If anything, that made Mui freak out even more, awaiting the turn. But it never happened. No matter the seconds that flew by, her mood didn't change, and that caught the cautious featherfolk more off-guard than anything. "Y-you're...really not m-mad at me?" "Oh, there's nothing wrong with having a healthy curiosity, Mui. That's how herbalists concoct new recipes. You just need to know boundaries, of course. Be careful about how you act next time." "N-next time?! I-is this g-going to happen again?! No, please t-tell me I n-never have t-to g-g-go through t-this humiliation again!" With tears rolling down his cheeks, Mui went right back to looking forward, just hoping this mortifying experience would end soon. And it did...for Ilia. The hissing from her slit soon eased up, indicative of her pee stream slowing, becoming less scattered as it shot out from her, giving the foamy puddle she had made, now unable to soak into the dirt any further, a path closer to her low-to-the-ground bottom. More dribbles didn't have the strength to make it out and instead remained stuck to her folds, the limited force it retained allowing them to slither to the areas around, whether that be onto her butt cheeks, the top of her thighs, or into her thick patches of hair. It was a messy end, as it usually was when she did this kind of thing outdoors. Thankfully, since this was a normal occurrence, she was prepared. Leaning to the side, reaching into her bag, she dug around with her fingers until she found what she sought: a small, white cloth, which she folded over her palm and began wiping herself dry, doing a very thorough job of it. She made a few general passes around her sensitive area and a surrounding circle, followed by more detailed swabbing with the cloth draped around her finger. Between the lips of her ladyhood, a soft dab against the still-dripping hole that had ejected all her urine, and that got her dry enough to be comfortable. At least, until she pulled her panties back into place as she stood up, feeling the wet stain against her bits for the first time since she got undressed. And the pee soaked into her underwear had cooled off in the time she was doing her business. "Mngh... I'll have to wash my panties out too." Dropping her dress, she picked up her protective skirt and pouch, putting the wet rag back into the latter, and began refastening everything around her waist. "Phew... Ah, it's much better to have that over with, isn't it?" She'd be waiting for an informed agreement, because Mui wasn't done yet. It had calmed down, no longer the forceful torrent it once was, but it didn't look to be on the verge of ending. Ilia had started after him, finished before him, and was significantly bigger than him. The fact that the little featherfolk was beating her out in terms of bladder fullness, even when he was filled to bursting and she was merely very desperate, that was stunning. At least, Ilia was astonished. "Wow... Mui, you really needed to tinkle, didn't you?" "N-no! D-d-don't look at m-me," he wailed, trying once more to force his remaining pool of pee to flood out, failing this time as well. He had been spraying for so long, he was just too tired. He couldn't work up the energy to go any harder, he just needed to let nature run its course. At least nature decided to have mercy on him this once, because his bladder finally showed signs of emptying, as his stream could no longer reach the wall he had been "doing" on this whole time. Granted, this was partially due to his limp penis hanging close to his legs, moreso pointed down rather than out, but the splattering sound was less intense. Every once in a while, it would flare up with another powerful splash, but it wasn't long before he totally stopped, no matter how long he waited, with only droplets leaving his foreskin. He didn't even wait for those dribbles to stop, nor did he do any shaking of his shaft to thrust off any wetness before shoving Mui Jr. straight back into his pants. I just want this s-stupid thing out of sight! And I guess it doesn't matter if i-it's still wet... Why did I even b-bother taking it out if I was g-gonna wet myself so badly? Yes, he washed the stone wall pretty good, and left a massive puddle around his tiny feet, but his pants really did look like he had a huge accident. It was mostly hidden when he rotated his leather apron and medicine bag back to his front, but that thick apron pressed his drenched pants close to his groin. Not touching, but near enough to feel the cool aura on his private parts, shrinking back to keep away. She had given him a moment to compose himself, and once that was done, Ilia rephrased her earlier question. "Are you all better now, Mui? I'm amazed a little guy like you could hold that much piddle." The content of her inquiry and remark were nearly identical to the last time she attempted to talk with the featherfolk, but the tone she took had an entirely different sound. Before, it sounded like she was just making conversation, backed by a real interest in Mui, but now she sounded concerned. And if there was any doubt that was her intent, the next words from her lips confirmed it. "You know, it's really dangerous to hold your pee that long. Let your friends know if you need to use the potty from now on, okay?" No! I-I don't want anything like this to ever h-happen again! I'd be happy if I n-never needed to go to the b-bathroom for the rest of m-my life! N-nobody needs to know that I ever g-go number one! I-I don't want anyone s-seeing anything about this! But...but I'm no better... Even if the guilt from his inadvertent viewing continued to eat away at his conscience, the image would never leave his memory: he would always remember seeing Ilia's unmentionables. "Um... I-I'm really, r-really sorry..." "For what? Oh, for peeking? I mean it, it's okay, I'm not bothered by it. There's no need to beat yourself up over that." "B-b-but...but you're not supposed to w-watch someone g-go to the bathroom!" "Well... Yes, that's true, it's a good rule to have. However, if the person in question isn't mad about it, you don't need to feel guilty." "But everyone would be mad! They should be! Nobody should ever be looking at my parts...or anyone else's!" It wasn't that she found Mui's violent reaction to the topic to be impossible to understand, she could empathize with the view, but that little slip of the featherfolk tongue was the final piece being put into place. "Oh, I see now..." She thought it over for a moment, when a new idea lit up in her mind. "Hey Mui, do you mind if I come closer?" That wasn't something he was expecting to hear. So ashamed of his actions, Mui had just kept staring at the wall, never once looking at Ilia. He had no inkling as to what she could be planning, especially when the request was so out of character for her. She's...asking if I'm o-okay with it? Not just j-jumping at me? "U-um...um, o-okay..." It was almost instantly after he agreed that he felt arms wrap around his tummy, in yet another hug from Ilia. Again, his heart skipped a beat from the physical contact, and he really wished he had seen it coming to brace himself for it. Except this time, it wasn't the tight, forceful squeeze she had been giving him up to now. It was soft, gentle, loose, and as she rested her cheek on the top of Mui's fluffy head, her embrace felt familiar. Like this was the kind of hug he would have gotten from his mom when he ran home crying, which he did a lot. Of course, given the sizable height difference between the two, leaning against him was not a simple act for Ilia. She had to drop to one knee to be only a head taller than the featherfolk, and with both arms used in the hug, she had little choice but to let the hem of her dress sit in Mui's pee puddle. She did take one hand away from his stomach, but it was to delicately stroke his head as she melodically whispered in his ear. "You don't have to be so shy about your needs, Mui. There's no reason to hold it until it hurts." He tried to resist, stay manly, but the feeling of this close contact broke Mui's second dam. His cheeks were already damp from earlier sniffles, but now, the tears flowed and just would not stop. "Waaaaaahhhhh! B-b-but...uguh, but then they'd all g-g-get annoyed with how m-much I have to pee! I c-can't w-w-wait long enough!" "So you kept holding it over and over when you were with everyone stopping the Teras Pharma?" Mui nodded, inadvertently bringing Ilia's head along for the ride. It threw her off-balance for a second, but she swiftly recovered, and returned to contemplating Mui's words. "That explains how big your bladder is now, I suppose. But even ignoring that I'm sure you could compare to your friends now, do you really think they would think less of you for that? Rolf seemed nice, would he be that mean to you?" "Um, no... B-but it's not j-just that, you know... T-they all seem okay w-with just p-peeing right next to each other, a-and I j-just c-can't do that!" "You can't get a little privacy?" "I-I can, it's just...r-really awkward to ask. A-and I get a little s-scared if I go by m-myself out in the w-wilderness... I-I mean, I'll do if I really r-really have to, but I don't l-like it..." "Would you feel better if you had someone to stand guard? Watch out for danger while staying a good distance away, so you can do your business?" Of course I've thought of that, it's j-just... "I-I don't want to bother anyone... They don't h-have to ask for my help, s-so I shouldn't-" "Oh, that's not true," Ilia interrupted, nuzzling her cheek against the silky feathers on his head. "Friends do favors for one another. Just because you're a little different doesn't mean you're not allowed to ask for their help. I'd be glad to do that for you any time you needed it!" D-doesn't she have to go b-back to her time? Ducking down, Mui escaped Ilia's grip and finally turned to face her, though he did so while backing up against the wall, looking down, shuffling his feet with his wings behind his back. "U-um... O-okay, I'll t-try asking... B-but I'd really rather another b-boy do it..." "Of course," she nodded. "Whatever makes you the most comfortable, Mui. That's the most important thing." Raising her hand with an extended index finger, she poked the featherfolk's little button nose, which caused him to reel back, bump the back of his head on the tiny cliff wall, and cover his nose with his paws. And it was just too cute for Ilia for handle, she giggled and smiled, happy as could be. "You're a good boy, aren't you? I know you're brave enough to ask." "Uguh... Y-you really think so?" Admittedly, he didn't look the part right now, with his eyes puffy from crying, and mucus sliding from his nostrils. Still very cute in Ilia's eyes, but not the shining image of strength. But that was nothing a little cleanup couldn't fix, and she had a cloth for just that purpose. "Oh, but I guess I just used mine. Hm... Do you have a handkerchief I can use for a second, Mui?" "Y-yes, I have onEYAH!" Since he was currently using his wings to wipe his face, Ilia took the liberty of reaching into his bag for him, digging for his cloth square. And she reached a bit too far in to start, bumping the back of her hand against the far wall of the pouch, where she brushed against a little bulge. His natural reaction was to yelp, reflexively knock her hand away, and covered his groin with both paws. "P-please b-be careful if you're g-going to do that!" "Sorry, sorry," Ilia chuckled, clearly not shaken by the close contact. "Oh, but look what I found!" By pure dumb luck, the last thing she grabbed onto before being pushed away was a small white handkerchief. "Now come here." She cupped her hand around his cheek and wiped him down with the cloth, vigorous scrubbing to really get in between his feathers. There was only so much one little napkin could do, but she got him looking better. "There! Oh, you look so handsome! Now, we should really get back to everyone else. You still have a little seed planting to do, don't you?" Ilia slowly climbed to her feet, returning the handkerchief back to Mui, as she took the lead back around the ramp that had concealed them. However, she turned back after only a few steps away. "Don't worry, I'll come up with an excuse for what we were doing." And with a little wink, she went right back to her return to the greater party. Only one thing could hold her back her now. Mui, pursing his lips, started to blow air in a rhythmic, melodic sequence. It wasn't particularly loud, but with the two herbalists still so close, it didn't need to be: Ilia heard the whistling. She stopped dead in her tracks, closed her eyes, and allowed all thoughts to pause in her head, to focus on nothing more than the tune. "Mui, that's a wonderful song," she praised wholeheartedly, clasping her hands close to her chest as she pivoted to look at him again. "What is it?" "I-it's a traditional featherfolk song, o-one that we k-keep to ourselves. If you w-whistle it to a f-featherfolk, they s-should trust you." Ilia's jaw dropped, her pupils dilated, and her breathing picked up until it was quite fast. "Oh Mui, thank you! It's the best gift you could give me!" With that excitable squeal, Ilia leapt at poor Mui, who was far too startled to do anything, and thus had to just sit and take the full weight of her constricting glomp raising him up, squeezing the air from this tiny lungs, which wasn't helped by his oxygen intake being further cut off with his face between her large marshmallows. He was only seconds away from passing out when something occurred to Ilia, and she relaxed her vice-like squeeze. "Oh, but I can't whistle. Could you teach the song to Yusuke, please?" "O-okay," he panted, clutching his chest as Ilia let him drop to the ground. Actually, he hadn't moved since getting here, so he landed with a little "squish" in the wet soil. Now, Ilia seemed all too happy to regroup with the party, practically skipping as she ran to where they left everyone. W-wait, don't leave me a-alone! Mui was also more than eager to get away from the huge puddles of both featherfolk and human urine, and quickly hopped after his fellow herbalist. H-humans really are nice...but I s-still can't get used to t-their forwardness... --------------- Compared to the open expanse of the Lucille Plain, the Ralos Woods were far more dark and oppressive. Tall trees with thick foliage blocked a lot of sunlight, and the many girthy trunks made it difficult to see anything outside of the clear narrow pathways. Yet Yusuke and the rest of his small team had no choice but to navigate the labyrinthine woodlands to follow a lead on missing craftsmen from Orosk Village in their present time. It would be nearly impossible to safely traverse the forest without someone who knew the lay of the land. Lucky for Yusuke and the rest, they had come across someone who fit just that bill: a pink, fluffy featherfolk girl named Meamei. They found her being attacked by monsters, and with a little whistle to assure her they weren't equally dangerous, she was quick to buddy up with everyone. Naturally, Ilia was beyond thrilled to be making another featherfolk friend, and was sticking close to Meamei. For a featherfolk, she was quite the extrovert, humming a song as she led the group with a spring in her step to her house deep in the woods. Though they were taking a little break at the moment at Ilia's request, brought on when she noticed Meamei beginning to squirm and stumble in her bounce. She had a hunch as to why that would be the case, so she asked they rest to allow the two to wander behind some plants and give the little bird the chance to handle whatever ailed her. And her theory was soon confirmed, as the featherfolk vocalized without much in the way of shame now that it was just the two of them. "Ah, thank you! Meamei already really had to pee when we met!" Meamei then wasted no time undoing the belt buckle that kept her waist bag on, which was maybe a common accessory among featherfolk, and dropping her loose white pants to her ankles, lifting her right foot out of the pant leg. Her next step was obvious: bend her knees to squat. Thing was, featherfolk knees not only faced the opposite direction as humans, they also had approximately half the range of motion as human knees. Meaning, it was biologically impossible for Meamei to squat as low to the ground as a human would. So, as she bent her knees as much as she could, little more than a right angle, and thrust her hips forward. It seemed that was the key to unlock her bladder, because nary a second had passed before a healthy stream of pale yellow urine erupted from her fluffy groin area, falling the two feet to the ground with a slight forward arc. It splashed as a bubbly puddle began to rise from the ground, its soil quickly overwhelmed with more liquid than it could handle, with a satisfying ring that echoed in Meamei's twitching ears. This was a featherfolk girl squat, and she seemed quite pleased with the result, going off how relaxed, relieved, and refreshed she appeared to be mere seconds into her pee. "Ah... Meamei needed that," she chirped. Ilia could corroborate that declaration. While it was far from the most chaotic, desperate pee she had ever seen, it certainly looked like it was enough to have been causing Meamei distress. It really was quite a bit... Mmph. I suppose it's quite a bit for me as well. Ilia shifted in her shoes and quietly groaned at the sound of Meamei's business, as she realized that a hefty mass of water had accumulated in her abdomen. Well, there's only one way to take care of this. No one else can see me, and I'm sure Meamei won't mind. Ilia planted her feet more than shoulder-width apart, enough to create a clean gap between her thighs, as she spun her bag to her side and lifted the front of her dress well above her waistline, flashing her panties. And she soon flashed a lot more, because her right hand pushed her underwear down, stretched just above her knees, and spread her private lips with her index and middle fingers, tugging her genitalia higher up, until her urethra pointed upwards and outwards. And she promptly let go. Ilia produced her own clear, warm brook, splattering in the grass with a resonance just as pleasing as the featherfolk's. "Hah..." It wasn't an emergency, but the herbalist still felt pretty good about releasing her urine. She wasn't getting much power or distance from it; in fact, no shortage of dribbles raced down her legs or drizzled into her underwear, but enough cleanly showered ahead of her that she felt no reason to worry. And doing it this way was so much faster than squatting! It was a lot more impressive to witness, as well. At least, Meamei thought so, as she looked over while still in the middle of her own half-squat leak. "Wow! That's amazing! How did you learn to do that? Can you teach Meamei?" "This is actually my first time doing it," she informed, clearly astounded at her own success. "I'm not even sure why I thought of doing it this way, it's like I always knew the method." Given that they had only just met, she didn't want to overwhelm Meamei with topics like time travel, but she had a good idea where this currently very useful skill had originated. I bet you weren't expecting "peeing standing up" to be part of your teachings, were you, Mui?
  3. Since there is a gray and now red why not blue!!
  4. Disclaimer: this comment is to anchor my progress. More content to come here. Also... Warning: this is an ABDL story. Fetishes are bound to be visualized. If you don't like any of the fetishes shown here, please click off the story. The romance story "The Heartwarming Flood" is not known for its vanilla sex scenes, after all!
  5. 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
  6. Anyone can start listing the Indian movies that features pee desperation and or wetting.
  7. 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.
  8. Hey, guys! So I've very much been enjoying the fear wetting compilation videos & was curious.. does anyone know of/can anyone recommend scenes in which male characters are scared/intimidated into wetting themselves (their pants, the bed, etc.) by women? Would definitely help scratch an itch... thank you!!
  9. The Night Shift - Part 4 Original Author – Tatiana, edited by DaddyRich Kirsty was standing, urine and fecal fluid trickling down her legs as her diapers were over taxed, when Barbara finally came to attend to her. "Oh my, look at the state you are in!" she said, stripping the wet sheet away, so the miserable girl could lie down to be changed. The diapers continued to ooze as she lay, and Barbara undressed her rapidly, bundling the wringing mess into trash bags. She used the dry ends of the sheet to begin tackling the mess smeared over the girl. Washing her and the plastic protecting sheet simultaneously, she just didn't know what to say to her as the process of diapering began again. Taking extra care over the ominous red patches on Kirsty's bottom, she sat her in the chair as she remade the bed, adding a vinyl half sheet and canvas. Finally, she replaced the damp t-shirt and rubbed a little of the barrier cream on her thighs. "You'll feel better now" she said, wanting to break the silence. Kirsty got back into bed and turned away. Turning around to her, Barbara could see how flushed she was and wondered if the girl was starting a fever. Kirsty waited until the door closed before grabbing the water jug and downing two whole glasses. She felt awful - her joints sore and her head a heavy throb. Her chest was rattling a little, too. Kicking off the covers, she huddled in the fading light, listening to the rain begin to fall again. A tired looking doctor eventually arrived, frowning at the sight of her in diapers and plastic pants. After a cursory listen to her chest, he turned to the entering Barbara and handed her a new meds chart. "Chest infection" he said. "Hydration, antibiotics and tell her to sit up a bit." Gesturing back to Kirsty, he asked, "What's with the diapers? Fancy dress week?" "A few recent accidents" said Barbara, staring straight at him. "Oh well, get the continence nurses in, will you?" He hurried away. In the evening pool of light she managed a little supper, the drip in her arm steadily pouring in the fluids and the drugs. Her bowels settled, she was now indifferent to the frequent gushes of urine inexorably soaking her once more. Barbara, at a loss to do something for her, had given her a shot of Demerol and her joint pains had eased to a faraway ache. The wet diaper stung her sore bottom, but she tried to ignore it, thankful for the clean, dry sheets and the respite from the torment of messing herself time and again. Groggily, she half watched TV, legs drawn up to ease the bulk between her legs. She didn't bother to answer or even turn at the knock on her door. Waiting until it opened, she began to turn when strong arms engulfed her. She caught a smell redolent of soap and cologne. "Tell me everything that happened to you today" said Paul, taking her hands. Breaking down finally, he waited without comment until the end of the account and the beginning of the sniff-gulp stage. Sitting her back to the pillows, he pulled off the plastic pants and silently tugged away the diaper. She watched as he began to wipe, reaching under her, circling over her tight little hairless pussy. He flicked his finger down her crack and she shivered. He trailed the silvery juice across his lips. "Horny, Kirsty" he smiled. "Aren't I clever?" As if hypnotized, she offered her wrists to be restrained and then diapered again. Tilting her head back, she wondered if she was still buzzing from the Demerol. The TV murmured on as her feet were slipped into socks and then strapped down, well apart. "Kirsty is happy now, I think" said Paul as she drank tea from the straw. "I want to be here when she is wet again. See her wriggle for me as she loses her control and pees." Kirsty was about to respond to this when his hand clamped swiftly over her mouth. "I could tape Kirsty's soft mouth up, too." Suddenly the efficient nurse again checked her pulse and temperature, tidied the diaper supply cart and propped open the door. She turned, straining against the straps towards him when he turned back and bent down to her ear. "When you leave here, we are going on a date, you and I" THE END, OR IS IT? I may add a Part 5 of my own down the road.
  10. The Night Shift - Part 3 Original Author – Tatiana, edited by DaddyRich Thirsty Kirsty sang the ditty in her mind as she drained the tea (stewed as per hospital regulations, she thought). Pushing the table way and sprawling on her front again, she felt again the wet mess she had made. "Think" she told herself. In the cold revelation of morning with the routines of meals and charts underway she could scarcely believe she had consented to Paul treating her like this. "You wet your bed, you lie in it" she muttered. A practical solution had gone too far - she felt a twinge of paranoia, that the nurses were having their little joke on little Kirsty. She willed Barbara to return, sort her out and she could forget it all. She began to stretch her cramped muscles. "I need to get up" she thought. "Bathroom!" Sliding gingerly off the bed, the thick messy diapers sticking to her, she made her away around to the bathroom door. Standing, she was aware that she had to pee again. Determined to hold until reaching the bathroom, she staggered forward, the elastic cuffs and snug tapes impeding her gait. The door had been locked. There was another bathroom down the passage. Her clothes were in the laundry room. It was a choice of staying in her room, meekly sitting in her diaper, or braving the barely thinkable - to make her slow way to the main bathroom, bulging plastic pants for all to see. Not really expecting the First Lady to drop by that day, she made for the door, limbs loosening with the exercise. She needed to pee like yesterday. Tugging her t-shirt down and peering around the corner, her heart sank. The nurses station. "Can't stop me" she reasoned. "Tried it, worked fine, then went a bit far." Stepping out, the tell-tale crackle of all her plastic gave her away. Barbara looked up, put down her pen and came over. "Nice to see you up" she said, taking her by the hand. "Barbara, this is all wrong. I want the bathroom. I smell, and I feel like a freak." "No you don't" replied Barbara as she escorted Kirsty, not too roughly, back into the room. "Let's see if I can explain. Some control freak says I can't even clean myself" said Kirsty up on all fours onto the bed. "It was a bit rotten of Paul to diaper you after an enema" said Barbara, absently searching her pockets. "But consider the situation a bit more objectively. You lay in a soaking diaper for hours and didn't tear the place down. If Paul hadn't diapered you, you would have messed the bed." "I expected to be able to deal with it myself" said Kirsty. Barbara went to the window. "You've been here before. We have all your notes. You live alone, you work there, doing well, but we notice things. No one visits, the rare call, maybe. We are not only trying to manage your incontinence but address the real issues of what will make you feel secure, safer, cared for - happier." "Barbara, you crazy nurses think that self-actualization is achieved by sitting in a filthy diaper for hours?" Kirsty congratulated herself on that one. Barbara gave up her absent-minded pocket search and came back over to the bed. "The deal is this. Paul wrote it down in a care plan for you, and you can read it later. Give this a chance. Don't think ahead just yet, but use this opportunity to discover some important things about yourself. Ok?" She left abruptly. Trying to follow her, about to ask Barbara what the hell, Kirsty half rose and wet herself uncontrollably. Impassively, she checked for leaks - none. Back on the bed, she looked at herself as the hot pee squelched inside and across her skin. Pushing up her pillows, she slowly and with great deliberation sat upright in her own mess. Barbara returned and raised an eyebrow. Kirsty flicked on the TV remote. "Can't wait for the Attends commercial" she quipped. "Gave yourself away, you did" said Barbara, shaking down a thermometer. "You objected to the stinging of the enema fluid. That's like saying, oh, I don’t know that two people can't have sex because they have no bed. Anyway, I'll give you a bath later. You'll like that." After she'd gone, Kirsty slid back onto her tummy. Her bowels cramped again, and she emptied easily, the firmer stool pushing its way into the diaper. Her stiff knees were paining her, and she felt suddenly very sleepy. She took her meds and drifted peacefully to sleep once more.
  11. 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.
  12. The Night Shift - 2 Original Author – Tatiana, edited by DaddyRich At 8 PM, Paul came back into Kirsty's room. Her eyes snapping open, she got startled as she felt the damp wad of diapers and her strapped wrists unable to touch it. Paul sat on her bed and kissed her lightly. "Enough now my arms hurt so much" pleaded Kirsty. "Are you wet?" Paul asked. "Yes very much, please let me go, wash, and sort this out for myself." Paul untied her wrists and ran his hand over her padded groin. She flinched, but catching his smile, couldn't help but smile back. "I'm going to change you, and then we'll talk about it" he said, going to the sink to fill a bowl. Returning, he dropped the bed railings down. Kirsty, in her shock, hadn't even noticed them up. She lay on her back for him as he wriggled off the plastic pants and unpeeled the soaking diaper. "Kirsty you sure wet a lot" he smiled as he placed a towel under her and began soaping her bottom. "Don't you hate this sort of thing?", she asked, turning to have her behind washed. "I like to help you Kirsty" he replied, rubbing in greasy dollops of barrier crème, "You have a situation here, and it needs to be dealt with properly." "Paul, it's ok" said Kirsty, taking the face cloth and wiping her face. "I live alone, I don't often have accidents." Noticing he picked up a razor, she shirked away, squirming naked to the far side of the bed. "No way" she announced. "I need to get rid of your pubic hair to stop you from getting sores and diaper rash" said Paul, pulling back down flat. "I'm not wearing those things again, " said Kirsty. "I couldn't." Paul hugged her and she relaxed against him. Feeling her shoulders begin to shake, he stroked her hair. "You do have a problem, Kirsty" he explained. "The biggest part of it is denial. Give yourself a chance." "Like, I'm going home and putting on a diaper before settling down to The X-Files?" said Kirsty. "A bit extreme, aren't you?" Paul let her go. "While you are here, I can help you. When you go, you'll be used to them and I will be around to take care of you then too." Kirsty was stunned. This was an attractive guy. But this? They sat in silence, hearing the clang of the ward waking up. "Get used to it" said Paul. "On your left side, Now." Turning over, Kirsty obeyed and biting her lip stifled the cry as the nozzle of the enema slid into her. "Clean out time" said Paul, smile back. "Let me see you make the bathroom now." "Oh god I can't " she gasped, the cramps beginning to come in waves. "What shall I do to help you?" teased Paul, making for the door. Kirsty tried to sit, but as her feet neared the floor she bent, clutching her stomach. No choice. "Diaper please" she whispered, head down. "Did you say something?" said Paul, as he slowly pulled the stacked supply cart towards the bed. He then grabbed two thick crinkly disposables that he prepared earlier by slitting the plastic of the first diaper. "I've got to go. I need...diaper please." Pads and diapers were thrust smoothly under her, and she clenched as she raised her bottom. The diapers were quickly taped up, he then hurriedly pulled up the plastic pants as she grabbed the bedside, voiding her bowels into the diaper. She tried to turn on her front, but Paul grasped her arms and sat her down hard against the bed rest. "This is horrible, I can't bear it, " she moaned, raising her arms for the preferred t-shirt. "Kirsty, honestly, you will get used to it. Wish you could see what I'm seeing." he added, looking at the petite dark haired young woman. Trying to lift herself up from the spreading mush in her diaper, the rustle of her plastic pants and diapers betrayed her. Bending her knees-up slightly, she leaned back, exhausted. Looking down at herself, the elastic cuffs already digging in to the tops of her thighs, she messed herself again, this time much more and much firmer. "Sets off my tan" she thought crazily. Paul stared at her. She was doing fine. Leaning over her, he kissed her. "See you tonight. The others will take care of you - but remember, never ask and no silly tantrums." Left alone again, Kirsty touched the disposable diaper tapes underneath the clear plastic pants. No way of loosening it. Her stomach had settled a little, and although she felt slightly sick, she also sensed an odd relief. Taken care of, she guessed. The nurse she recognized as Barbara came in with the breakfast try. A large glass of tea was prominent. "Barbara, please, I'm in such a state. I've messed myself." Barbara checked her charts and smiled. "Drink lots sweetie. These diapers cost, and you nowhere near need changing yet."
  13. 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.
  14. 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…
  15. I wrote this fic today for 3 hours straight. I edit it when I think of more to add but I will copy and paste it here for permanence purposes in case wattpad ever goes under. Hopefully I will add to it. https://www.wattpad.com/1198938971-i-need-my-mommy-chapter-1-new-year The new semester had just begun, and students were gathering in their new classes after the holidays. Dylan ran into the room seconds before the professor shut the door, looking nervous before quietly settling into the last empty seat in the classroom next to a girl he had met from other classes in the past. He had woken up late this morning and was woefully unprepared for class, but unworried about that as it was the first day with no assignments due. What he was worried about, however, was that he had forgotten to use the bathroom before racing out of his dorm room to get to his first class. He sighed and thought, 'I'm 21, not 4, I don't need to obsessively make sure to go potty before leaving the house every time. I can wait a mere 90 minutes for class to end,' and his anxieties were temporarily soothed. "Hey Dylan! Nice to see someone familiar. Did you have a good break?" The girl next to him greeted with a warm smile. She was always so nice to him when he saw her, he really wanted to get to know her better. "It was alright, I stayed on campus, played video games and watched Christmas movies." he told her, no reason to tell her the real reason he chose to stay behind while his dormmates were all going home for the holidays. After all, he wanted her to like him and not think he was disgusting, immature, unhygienic pervert for staying in his dorm watching comforting cartoons, coloring, suckling almond milk out of a baby bottle while wrapped in the warm embrace of his soft diapers. He reeled at the memory of his highschool girlfriend, Maddie, disowning him after the first and only night they shared a bed, and he had wet in the middle of the night, she was already mad, and when he grabbed some protection before going back to bed, she noticed almost all of his diapers had cutesie prints of animals and toys and lost it at him. He had longed for a mommy girlfriend for years, but was terrified of anyone knowing his secret lifestyle, that they might lash out at him over it too. It was too much for his little heart to bear the thought of. The words she said that night had played in the background of his thoughts frequently for the past 3 years. "I skipped visiting home this year too, but I wasn't on campus for long, I finally saved enough money to put the deposit down on an off campus apartment." Dylan burned with jealousy that she had the private living arrangements that he could only dream of, for reasons he'd never be able to tell her. With that the professor handed out a bunch of packets and turned on the projector. "Hello class, welcome to Psych 201. My name is Dr. Moore and I will be teaching this class. Please open your syllabus to page 1. Everything you need to know about this course is in that syllabus." She introduced the subject fluently, Dylan had been very engaged by Psychology 101 last semester, and he was listening intently to the professor talk about how the semester would go for a while, until when he felt a strong pressure in his tummy. His bladder was chastising him for leaving in a rush this morning instead of making time to relieve himself of that need. He pressed his legs together and tried not to make his need too obvious. This professor had a reputation for giving students an ultimatum between holding it until the end of class, or going and not being allowed back into the classroom. He thought about every time in the past 20 years that he had made this mistake. Despite getting good grades throughout his education, he just couldn't learn the simple trick of going pee just in case. He felt his sphincter twitch and it took every ounce of willpower and strength to not start leaking in his pants then and there. Tara noticed the boy next to her have a startle reflex suddenly, something she had learned about last semester. She saw him squirming and trying to hide it, she wanted to ask him what was wrong even though it was glaringly obvious to her what biological need of his needed immediate relief, but she didn't want to interrupt the first class of the semester and have the teacher think of her as someone who didn't care about the subject. She loved psychology more than any other class. If their professor wasn't known all around campus for her strict bathroom policy she would have even raised her hand and asked for him. For a professor from that background, renowned in her field for studying attachment and empathy, it was surprising that Dr. Moore would have such a callous policy that leaves desperate students to choose between accidentally missing an important lesson and the humiliation of having an actual accident. It seemed very callous for someone , but she had to admit she enjoyed what she was seeing Dylan do. She was sure that if no one was looking he'd be grabbing his crotch and dancing because he waited too long to use the bathroom. It made her want to take care of him, hold his hand, and lead him to the toilet so he wouldn't get lost. 'This is bad! Really really bad!' Dylan wanted to cry but he didnt want to risk alerting people to his predicament. He didn't want to leave a bad first impression on the teacher, embarrass himself in front of the class, or worst of all, gross out Tara. She was so kind to him but even she probably couldn't get over a grown man having a potty accident right in front of her. Right as he had that thought, he felt another twitch and this time he felt a tiny splash on liquid on his crotch. He desperately wished he was brave enough to wear one of his diapers under his clothes in public. He felt really dumb for being worried that people would notice that his ass was bigger and fluffier under his clothes with a diaper on under them, but now people were going to notice a puddle under his chair soon enough. He looked down at his pants and noticed their was no wetness on the outside. He then looked at the clock on the wall. 12:25, only 5 more minutes until class ends. Maybe I can make it out of here before it's visible, he thought, optimistically. A wave of desperation suddenly washed over him, his bladder felt like it was jumping up and down and it took all of the self control he had not to start squirming too obviously in his seat. He pressed his legs together even tighter and started bouncing one of his legs to add pressure to hold it in a little bit longer. He really, really, didn't want to have an accident in front of Tara. He had been crushing on her for a few months now but always felt too shy to do anything about it. He lost another squirt of pee, he clenched as hard as he could, but another spurt forced its way out of him. His pants had a subtle dark spot that could be expertly hidden by pulling his large hoodie down. A technique he had used with with humiliating frequency for anyone older than preschool, let alone college. The clock struck half past 12, and the professor reminded the class "The reading and homework for tonight and every night of the semester is listed in your syllabus, see you later this week everybody." Dylan breathed a sigh of relief, he was so close to being able to go without an accident, but then he remembered that he wasn't familiar with this lecture hall and didn't know where the bathroom was. His heart sank and with it another gush of pee leaked into his pants. 'Please I don't wanna have an accident not here not now not in front of her' he begged in his thoughts. He pressed his legs together, and started rushing to put his stuff into his bag when Tara distracted him. "Hey! I've seen you in some of my classes over the past few years, I'd love to get your number and have a friend in this class." Dylan's heart skipped a beat and for a short moment he forgot how badly he needed to find a toilet before he had an accident in his pants. "Uh sure, I'll put my number into your phone. We can hang out..." He was sharply reminded of the need he had been putting off for much too long. He needed to go right now, right now. "Uh soon." finished typing his number and said "H-hey have you had a class in this hall before? I don't know where the bathroom is" his pitch changed halfway through the sentence as the urge was too sudden and intense to hide. He hoped that she knew and that it was really close by because the wet spot on his crotch was growing and he was really worried he wasn't gonna make it in time and go potty in his pants again and Tara would hate him for being gross and infantile just like Maddie did. Dylan would never have guessed, and would have been mortified to find out, but Tara could see right through him. She looked into his eyes and saw the confused little boy living in his head that still had to learn how to figure out how to use his body, and how it cohabited with the same young man who was so ashamed of who he is inside that he studied to near the top of the class, just to distract people from noticing how deep down under his accomplishments lives a grown man who would rather be changed and have the front of his diaper rubbed than to have sex. But as ashamed as Dylan was of his unconventional interests and poor bladder control, Tara was intrigued, attracted even. "Yeah, its right down the hall" Dylan was so grateful that he just might be able to make it before the dam burst. Another leak sprung and Dylan jumped and grabbed his crotch. "SorryIgottagotextmesoIahaveyournumber, Bye!!!" he turned and went to run, but as soon as he moved his leg it was too late. He gasped and started running while holding his crotch with both hands, crying "Aaaah! I can't wait I can't wait I can't wait! I'm not gonna make it it's an emergency" so people would let him run by, knowing he needed to get through asap. The tightly pressed legs were keeping him continent while his bladder spasmed and twitched. He made it two steps before pee started hissing out of him at full force. In that moment he relived so many similar moments in his life and he felt so, so, so little and helpless. Dr. Moore looked up from organizing her desk in preparation for the next class, she had been keeping an eye on him throughout the entire class, people like him were her reason for putting the policy in place. It was a little unofficial experiment of hers, trying to figure out how far different types of people in her class would go before they give up on today's lesson and run to the bathroom. As a class full of full fledged adults, many aged 18-22, but some students as old as 60, this was not at all like elementary school teachers prohibiting toilet use. These students were her equals in all but educational attainment, free to obey or disobey her classroom rules with only the mere consequence of leaving the class, no fear tactics or real punishment, and almost everyone gives into nature's call before their body forces it out of them, and it was very fascinating to her analytical mind, those rare adults who still crave approval so much and try so hard to not disappoint others that they'd rather sit in a puddle of their own urine than not be allowed to reenter class. Given that the class was only 90 minutes, the sample size was also limited by the fact that most adults don't ignore or forget their need to pee like poor little Dylan did today. Like Tara, she could also see right through him. But instead of seeing a cute little baby boy to love, nuture and guide, Dr. Moore saw a fascinating subject. While he has the skills and work ethic to consistently be on the Dean's list, she could tell just by his mannerisms that he struggled with any sort of attachment. He had a miasma of insecure, anxious, neediness and nowhere to put it. She'd never seen his dorm but she was willing to bet it was full of stuffed animals and that he couldn't sleep without cuddling one, and she'd win that bet. She also noticed Tara eyeing him throughout the class, Tara was also fascinated with attachment last semester. Moore was very interested in seeing how the semester progressed. As the next class entered the room she heard muffled sobs coming down the hall and saw Dylan walking slowly with glazed eyes and his hand over his mouth to quiet himself, his hoodie tied around his waist did a poor job at obscuring his little secret. She waited a few minutes to give him time to avoid getting caught with wet pants by the janitor, then called the custodian's office to ask for a mop bucket to clean up Dylan's little accident from the classroom and hallway. Then she pressed the button on her spy camera to end the recording of the previous class and start the recording of the next. She'd gotten the best footage on the first day than anything that happened last semester. His cheeks burned red, mortified at how he must have looked loudly announcing his distress about such a private need that never should have been allowed to get so bad. A couple seconds and his legs and feet were wet and he was running to the bathroom, leaving a trail behind him. he was able to stem the flow briefly but it kept starting up again. His face burned red with embarrassment, a girl wanted to know him enough to ask for his number and he ruined it because almost 20 years after potty training he still can't stop having little pee pee accidents in his pants. His stomach turned as he thought of all the times his own real mother had chastised him for neglecting to take a bathroom break in time, even at the age of 18 as a senior in highschool she would get occasional calls to come into the school and bring him a change of clothes. Both of his real parents always threatened to put him back in diapers, but never went through with it, even though he wished he could go back to it. He missed being small. He missed having no responsibilities and being loved and cared for unconditionally, he was tired of having to be brave and suck it up. He'd felt something missing ever since his family stopped responding to his accidents with gentle reassurances and to his cries with cuddles, all he'd gotten for many years now is getting yelled at to be brave instead of weak and no one wants a crybaby man. He reached the door of the single bathroom down the hall and ran in as fast as he could, still alternating between big involuntary leaks and struggling to keep his bladder closed for just a few more seconds. Thankfully, the door was unlocked and Dylan was able to run straight to the toilet. He fumbled with his belt for a few precious seconds when suddenly he couldn't hold it anymore, the urge was too much and he waited too long and now it was coming out and he couldn't make it stop. His bladder was emptying right there on the floor and there wasn't anything he could do about it but rip down his pants and sit on the toilet, peeing through his underwear. He felt humiliated, he couldn't at least have made it 5 more seconds so at least Tara wouldn't have to see his trail of warm shame, or hear his cries of desperation. He tried to accept that he probably wasn't going to hear from her after what she saw. He swallowed a lump in his throat, washed his hands, and splashed water on his face so it wouldn't look like he was about to cry and walked back to his dorm room to go change, hoodie tied around his waist and sneakers making a squee gee sound as he walked. He wished taking off painful memories was as easy as taking off wet, icky clothes. He wanted new memories that would make him feel warm and secure on the inside, but today he has to settle with just being clean and dry on the outside. His roommate was in a longer lab class and wouldn't be home for a while, and Dylan really needed to let off some steam after that awful first day of class. His next class didn't start until 2:30 so he had a solid block of time for a good, cathartic cry. And cry he did for a while, until he checked his phone for the time and to his shock, there was a text from a number he did not have saved. "Hey! This is Tara from class. Are you okay right now? Also do you wanna grab lunch with me today, maybe after you go get changed? :)" Dylan's heart skipped a beat. She didn't hate him. She wanted to have lunch with him. He felt so light like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. "Yeah, that sounds great! I can meet you at the dining hall. I was worried you'd think I'm too weird." Before Dylan left his dorm, he put on a discreet pull up on under his new pants. They weren't the comforting cute diapers that would make his butt look suspiciously big, and they'd leak if he didn't change right away and had another accident, but it was a good enough buffer that he didn't need to worry about it if he forgets to use the bathroom once. Even though Tara wasn't mad about his embarrassing accident today, he didn't wanna go through that again, even though unbeknownst to him, the incident had made him look significantly more attractive to her and was why she reached out to him. They were both looking forward to meeting up for lunch, and to each other.
  16. Do you have any preference for the kind of clothes (or, indeed, other items) that you wet? If you have never wet for pleasure, but only imagined doing it, what kind of things do you imagine wetting? Personally, I have a fairly narrow set of clothes I ever wet in: underwear, shorts (of the kind I would wear on the beach), swimming trunks, or diaper/pull-ups. I wouldn’t wet in trousers, or the kind of shorts I would wear in the street.
  17. The bathroom is occupied and a group of men and women are desperately waiting outside and a woman couldn’t hold it anymore and pees her pants (Audio only) ..scene @57:37 https://youtu.be/toY58lAV8UA @Papergami I know you’ll probably appreciate this one if you haven’t seen it before
  18. Warning: this story features themes that may be shocking to some readers, especially those who have experienced traumatic events concerning violence and/or abuse. Reader discretion is advised. Note: I'm posting the first three chapters of this story as a try-out. Once the story is completed, I will begin posting on a regular basis, and on other platforms as well. The story will feature ABDL content from chapter 2. I. Hop into the Unknown ‘Brek! Get your rabbit ass over here, now!’ Oh, how he hated that name. He had told her time and time again not to call him that. It was the name his mother gave him when he was born. He had changed it as soon as he found out his father was actually his stepfather, and he himself was the result of his mother getting drugged and raped. He slowly made his way over to the living room, where his girlfriend gathered some of her personal items and put them in her purse. ‘I'm going out with the girls tonight. I'll be back at midnight, so don't wait up for me. I expect the dishes to be done when I get back.’ After two years of living with Azalea, he knew pretty much everything she wanted and when. He also knew not to interrupt her or make sarcastic comments, because she would just make up additional chores. ‘While you're at it, clean the kitchen. And have a load of laundry done. Be in your room when I come back and don't let me see your face before tomorrow morning.’ He knew why. Sometimes, she would take home guys and have her way with them. Rabbits, hares, other somewhat related species - Azalea wasn't too picky. This time, she could be sure she wouldn't see him before sunrise. Ever since she had thrown a full pot of tea at him a few days ago - and only barely missed him - it suddenly dawned on him that he didn't have to endure all this if he didn't want to. It was as if all the fear for whatever she threatened to do to him if he ever left her, had dissolved on that instant. From that moment on, Rowan had been planning his escape. There were some obstacles, however. They lived in an apartment on the sixth floor, and Azalea always locked the door when she left. Rowan didn't have a key. Second, the collar he wore around his neck wasn't just locked, it had a GPS tracker attached to it as well. As soon as he would leave the house, she would get a message. To prevent that message, he had sabotaged her phone. When it was charging earlier, he had put pulled the charger out just a little bit, so it wouldn't actually charge. Shortly before it would be done, he put Azalea's phone in her purse and tidied up her charger somewhere else. This way, the battery of her phone would probably be dead somewhere in the next two hours. Rowan would be left with only one hurdle: leaving the apartment. In case his plan failed, or Azalea would notice her battery status and return home for her charger, he reluctantly started doing the dishes. When he had finally cleaned the kitchen, an hour and a half had passed. Rowan decided he had waited long enough. He went to his room and changed into the least down-ridden clothes he could find. Worn jeans, a faded shirt, and a hoodie that had clearly known better days. He looked at his reflection in the hallway mirror. A dull-eyed buck stared back at him, with chestnut fur that had lost every kind of shine. This attempt had to succeed, or it would cost him all will to live. Then again, if Azalea would catch him, his life would be over anyway. He went to her bedroom and searched for anything of value - money, a front door key, or the key to the stainless steel chastity cage he had worn for the past two years. All he came across was a small safe one typically finds in the closet of a hotel room. ‘That's probably where she keeps my ID as well, but what could the code be?’ he said to himself. He tried her birthday, then his birthday, then the day they met. None of those dates unlocked the safe. After the third attempt, the device beeped and the screen showed an error message. For the next two hours, all attempts to open the safe would be blocked. ‘I should have tried the date she locked me up,’ he muttered in defeat. ‘If I got to wait for this thing to give me another three attempts, I might as well stay here.’ Now was as good a time to leave as ever. He didn't own shoes anymore - he hadn't left the house for over a year - but he did still have a jacket. It was designed for late Spring and early Autumn, however, and it was almost Winter now. Still, with the wind and rain outside, it would be better than no coat. He carefully threaded his long ears through the holes in his hoodie. Some rabbits just put their ears down when they wore a hood, but Rowan was always annoyed by the loss of perception that came with tucking his ears. With one last look over his shoulder, he opened the door that lead to the balcony. Azalea never locked that door, because why would she? There was barbed wire on their sides of the stained glass panes that separated the balconies. He figured Azalea did want to prevent him from just climbing to their neighbor’s balcony, knocking, and leaving through their front door. His only option would be to drop down to the balcony of their downstairs neighbors, and surely, he would not do that. Would he? ‘Think again’, he said to himself, ignoring the cold raindrops that hit his face. He climbed over the railing and lowered himself as far as he could while hanging on to the bars. He grabbed the edge of the concrete and swung onto the balcony of their downstairs neighbors. The lights in that apartment were off, so he assumed nobody had seen him yet. One floor down, five more to go. With this rain, the chance of slipping gets higher every minute. The slightest mistake might kill me, he thought. Rowan looked around and wagered his options. There was a fire escape on the outside of the building, one balcony over to the side. If he could get around the stained glass pane that separated the balconies of the gallery, he could jump to the fire exit and climb down relatively safely. In the next apartment, however, the lights were on. He had to climb around the glass pane, hanging five stories up in the air, without attracting attention. The dire nature of the situation did not allow for hesitation. He climbed on top of the railing, quickly moved around the glass pane, and landed on the next balcony. Immediately, he let himself drop to the floor. For a few seconds, he listened tentatively, hoping there were no sudden sounds in the apartment of the neighbors he didn’t even know. There was no way he could explain his situation, or make up any other reasonable explanation as to how he ended up on someone else’s balcony, without carrying a key to his own front door. Seconds felt like minutes, and Rowan soon decided he had to continue. A five foot gap separated the side railing from the fire exit, a ladder surrounded by vertical metal bars. Rowan, being five foot six – not counting his ears – realized it would be a close call. The railing was too high to use as a stepping stone in his jump, and he couldn’t exactly try again. Instead, he climbed on the railing, stretched out his arms, bent his knees, and took a leap of faith. To Rowan, it felt like this jump would be decisive. Either he would make it and escape, or he would miss, drop five stories down, break his neck, and die. There was nothing in between. His hands made contact with the bars surrounding the fire exit, followed by his feet. Finally, the rest of his body crashed against the metal bars, absorbing the impact. His chastity cage ended up against one of the bars, sending a searing pain through his balls. It took all his effort to neither scream nor fall down. A few seconds later, Rowan felt his hands slip, and realized he had to climb down before gravity would do the job for him. Unfortunately, the bars fully encased the ladder, so he had to stay on the outside of the bars. He descended as fast as he could, slowly sliding down the wet metal. When he reached the lower end of the bars, he was still one story up in the air. The last part of the ladder could only be lowered from the inside, to prevent burglars from getting in. He had no other choice but to drop down and hope for the best. Unfortunately, "the best" wasn't what happened. An evening worth of rain had turned the pavement slippery. When Rowan landed on the sidewalk, he almost lost his balance. In a reflex, he put his weight on his left paw, which made him collapse in pain. He got up as fast as he could, to stay as relatively dry as possible. Every second mattered, especially in case Azalea's phone hadn't run out of battery yet. He had to get away as fast as he could first, then find a way to disable the tracking device. Rowan quickly looked around. The street was deserted, and he estimated nobody had seen him fall down. He limped, stumbled and practically hopscotched as fast as his uninjured paw would carry him, away from that dreaded street. A few minutes passed before he left the neighborhood, and half an hour later, he had fled the city. By now, his pants were drenched and his left paw hurt like hell. The road out of town soon traded plains for a forest, where Rowan had some shelter from the rain. Sparse streetlights allowed him to search for a sturdy branch he could support himself with, to minimize the amount of weight he needed to put on his injured paw. In the back of his mind, he constantly worried about the tracker. Only a few cars passed, but every time that happened, he was afraid Azalea was on his tail. Rowan had been walking down the side of the road for an hour now, during which the weather conditions had worsened. Even though he had some coverage from nearby trees, his coat didn’t provide much protection against the wind and the rain. The initial adrenaline of his escape had subsided, and Rowan could hardly ignore the dire circumstances he had ended up in. He was chilled to the bone, and would probably catch a cold if he stayed out in this weather. On top of that, exhaustion began to settle in. He would need to find a place to sleep or rest, or he might collapse. All Rowan could think about was to keep on walking. Every step he could put between himself and Azalea might be crucial. Just when his head started aching from the cold rain, he heard the sound of a car closing in. He turned to see if Azalea had finally caught up with him, but the big square headlights didn’t match the round-shaped city car she owned. Suddenly, the light became less intense and Rowan heard the car’s engine slow down. A sturdy all-terrain vehicle passed him and he saw the red brake lights as it stopped a few dozen yards in front of him. The driver then slowly backed up, until they stopped right next to Rowan. The right side window was rolled down, and a female voice called out to him. ‘Are you alright? Can I take you anywhere?’ ‘Anywhere would be fine, as long as it’s away from Hornet City.’ ‘In that case, get in.’ Rowan dropped the branch, opened the car door and heaved himself into the passenger seat. He couldn’t see the face of the driver clearly, but her hands on the wheel told him her fur was jet black. A golden ring on her right hand signified she was probably married. He had never seen this woman before, and he was fairly sure she wasn’t one of Azalea’s friends. ‘What were you doing out here, alone, in the rain?’ the woman said as she started driving. ‘Long story,’ Rowan said, trying to ignore his headache. ‘Do you mind if I tell you the short version?’ ‘Not at all.’ ‘Basically, I dated the wrong girl and it took me two years to draw the conclusion she treats me like a slave. I’m wearing a locked collar with a GPS tracker, and I’m terrified she knows where I am.’ ‘Why the tracker?’ ‘I’m not allowed to leave her apartment. I don’t even own a key to the front door.’ ‘Then how did you get out?’ ‘I climbed down on the outside of the fire escape. It went better than I expected, until I had to drop down the last floor. I hurt my paw in the process, and I’m not sure if it’s broken.’ Suddenly, the car slowed down. The woman carefully made a U-turn and began driving back towards the city. ‘What are you doing? You’re not bringing me back to Azalea, are you? I want out!’ ‘You want out? Back in the pouring rain?’ A flash of light struck in the distance, as if to answer the woman’s question. ‘Don’t be afraid. I’m only taking you to the hospital. If your paw is broken, you need medical attention.’ ‘But what about my collar? She’ll track me to the hospital, and knowing how manipulative Azalea can be, she’ll put up some sob story to get to me.’ ‘Then you’re going to explicitly tell the receptionist what you just said. I’ll stay with you the entire time.’ ‘Really? Why would you do that? You don’t even know me?’ ‘Because you need help, and if I were in your situation, I’d be desperate for someone kind enough to even notice me. Speaking of us being strangers, I’m Celester.’ ‘You can call me Rowan.’ ‘Alright. Were you planning on going anywhere specific before you hurt yourself?’ ‘Not really. Come to think of it, I was so focused on escaping, I didn’t even consider a place to sleep, or my next meal. What about you?’ ‘My mate and I recently bought a house outside of town, just on the other side of that small forest. I had an appointment earlier this evening that took a lot more of my time than I expected. Consider yourself lucky, Rowan. If everything went according to plan today, we never would’ve met.’ Celester chuckled. With that statement, the two fell into a comfortable silence. Rowan finally noticed the pleasant temperature in the car, in contrast to his cold wet clothes. His constant fear of Azalea being around every corner faded as his breathing slowly calmed down. They arrived at the hospital fifteen minutes later. Celester put the handbrake on the car and switched on the light at the rear view mirror. She instructed Rowan to sit still for a moment. For a while he could hear Celester mutter foul words under her breath, as she tinkered with his collar. In what felt like just a few seconds, they heard a soft metal click, after which Celester quickly removed the collar and switched the light off again. ‘How did you do that without a key?’ he asked, turning around. She showed him a pair of hair pins that had seen better days. ‘I picked the lock’. ‘Why do you even know how to do that?’ ‘Let’s say I used to be a troublemaker in my teenage years,’ she laughed. It was a quiet night at the emergency room, and they didn’t have to wait long before Rowan’s name was called. Celester wished him good luck and stayed in the waiting room. He returned a while later, wearing some kind of sleeve on his paw and supporting himself with a crutch. Celester stood at the receptionist’s desk, holding a small screwdriver, tinkering with Rowan’s newly removed collar. When she noticed him, she triumphantly held up a small black square object. ‘I took the battery pack out. If Azalea tracked your location, this is the last place she’ll be able to trace you to.’ She handed a small folded piece of paper to the fox behind the desk. ‘If a sandy furred rabbit doe by the name of Azalea Rosewood comes by asking for Mr. Buckthorn, would you be so kind as to give her this?’ The fox nodded. ‘Thank you, sir. Have a good evening.’ Celester offered her arm to help Rowan, and guided him to her car. Once they both sat in their seats again, the rabbit couldn’t suppress his curiosity. ‘What did you just hand over to that fox?’ ‘A note,’ she said, matter-of-factly. ‘I was referring to what’s on the note.’ ‘A goodbye to your ex-girlfriend. It says “Dear Azalea, fuck you very much. Kind regards, Rowan”.’
  19. I would first like to apologize if my English seems bad, indeed I am French and translate my text on reverso site The story tells the perishable story of Leah, a victim of a machination of a man eager for power. This one doesn’t suspect that our heroine is a budding detective Chapter I: Conspiracy Warren Manor, May 5, 2021 11:46 pm Town of Little Town The meeting room consisted of a large rectangular table surrounded by 13 chairs. The first 12 were classic meeting chairs, probably bought wholesale from a cheap dealer. The one at the end of the table, on the other hand, was particularly comfortable. Thick and comfortable cousins were placed on the back and armrests of the seat. Of absolute comfort to its user, Mayor John Warren. In fact, this seat could almost be compared to a throne. The walls of the room covered with a filthy rustic wallpaper were decorated mainly with paintings depicting the mayor or his family. The mayor was a big man, with a big mustache, cut to perfection. He had little piggy eyes and a piercing look. A slight smell, but strong enough to be omnipresent, persisted in the air. A mixture of talc, urine and definitely something else. This was not very surprising given that everyone in attendance wore diapers. And some used it properly The fact that all the adults in the room wore diapers could have been relatively weird but not in the town of little town . Indeed, for two years under the program "save water" all the inhabitants wear layers to evacuate their needs. These were then recycled into electricity through machines. Unfortunately, the strong ventilation installed in the room could not completely get rid of the smell. A presentation was displayed on the screen, curves and figures were displayed. A man, dressed in an elegant black suit, stood up and made the presentation: To conclude, the sale of our various layers ranges has increased by 200% in the last 2 years since the implementation of the law "save our planet’s water". It seems that the inhabitants of the city have come to terms with this new "way of life". There are, of course, still a number of resisters who are protesting and demanding your resignation. But that’s not all ... We can see that we have fewer and fewer newcomers coming to our city, and it is especially young people who are affected. But I’ll let the director of the university tell us about it The director sits down The mayor clears his throat: -What solutions do you propose? I hope you didn’t insist on holding this meeting without having a solution for me. -No, Mayor, in fact I have a solution to encourage students living in our city to continue their studies in our city, and at the same time this solution will attract other young people living in other cities. He moved on to the next slide where a chemical formula was displayed with the caption marked "P2E molecule" I’m going to turn it over to our scientific team leader. A rather skinny young man with a juvenile face, dressed in a white blouse, got up and went to take the man’s place in the suit Good evening, My teams and I have designed a provocative molecule, if it is ingested long enough, an incontinence severe enough for the wearing of a diaper is essential. The subject will only be able to hold on for a few minutes whether it is at the screwdriver or the shincter . This medication has no taste, no smell and is completely undetectable. We have contacts to insert this molecule into the city’s water. We’ll also make sure to slip this... vitamin into the food at the university restaurant. In this way a maximum number of students will be affected. "I see, and to attract other young people to Little’s town?" The scientist pulled up his glasses and had a Machiavellian smile. My plan is divided into several phases Phase 1: advertising message broadcast for the nightly product loaded with a subliminal message causing a nocturnal enuresis this will allow to accept once arrived to accept more easily the layer port Phase 2: Cause a "bug" on the site post bac... I therefore propose that about 300 young people drawn in a totally random way see their vows "disappear". Don’t ask me how, this way if we ask you you can honestly say you don’t know. Phase 3: Students affected by the bug will be approached by Little Town University to allow them to continue their studies. To conclude, young people in the city prefer to stay in a city where their "problem" will go unnoticed and young people will be able to touch by the bug. Our university also has some very good professors.... Well, that’s it for me. There was silence. Finally the mayor spoke There was a silence. Finally the mayor spoke - I am impressed my boy, you deserve your salary. - Thank you, Mayor. The mayor looked at everyone: you see: thank you all for coming Ladies and gentlemen, the meeting is over. Have a good evening. *********** Once the councillors were gone, the mayor left the hall, climbed the stairs to the 4th stage, crossed the hallway and entered the library. He approached the piano and played a melody. One of the shelves opened to give way to a small room with a toilet. The mayor sat on it. He thought about the meeting and remembered the face of these idiots who had been forced to wear diapers for two years now and the face they would make if they knew that he had never followed the law he had himself put in place. The molecule was even better than he had imagined. The young scientist had failed to indicate the other peculiarity of this molecule, Soon he will be able to begin his plan to control the world. Once finished, he cleaned himself, hunted down and put on gloves to thoroughly clean the toilets. None of his servants knew of the existence of these toilets, and this was to remain so. He therefore had to stoop to this thankless task. But it was a small sacrifice. Miles away, our heroine slept peacefully without suspecting that her future had been greatly troubled by a man eager for power
  20. 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.
  21. Diaper Sorority - Part two Author – Penthouse Variations magazine By morning, I was soaking wet and Claire (who was a bedwetter anyway) had overflowed her diapers and plastic panties and wet the bed, leaving soggy yellow stains. After breakfast and some more fooling around, both Claire and I were changed into thick crinkly disposable diapers this time along with clear noisy plastic pants. We were dressed in tank tops and shorts that barely covered our diapered bottoms. In fact, when I sat down you could see my diapers pressing against the elastic leg openings of my plastic panties through the leg holes of my shorts. Then we were sent off to the nearest public laundromat, our diapers and plastic panties crinkling and crackling as we somewhat waddled, with all the sorority's soiled diapers and plastic panties to wash and fold. The humiliation of possibly being seen dressed in diapers let alone washing this mess was strangely exciting to me. I think Claire was also enjoying the "danger" of being caught. Combined with the feeling of the thick diaper rubbing between my legs, the slippery vinyl panties made the slightest movement stimulating and my diaper was becoming damp all over again. About half way into this chore I felt my stomach begin to growl and soon my bowels were stirring unmercifully. Bending over a wash load I turned and looked at Claire who was a little pale and squirming all over the place. "Oh my God, I have to poop real bad," she whispered to me with growing urgency. "I know, me, too," I said, "we better find a bathroom." We both looked around the Laundromat and the only bathroom was padlocked from the outside. I was straining to hold it in and Claire was almost crying again, afraid to take even a step. Then I saw her kind of twist and do a little turn and the look of panic in her eyes told me everything I needed to know. Within seconds I was rocked with a violent bowel cramp, took two steps toward the bathroom and felt a huge, wet poop squish between my cheeks, creep up my butt and fill the back of my diapers. Two more cramps and I was finishing up with a rush of wet potty. Claire looked just like a toddler, waddling with a big mess in her pants. To add insult, two guys wander into the Laundromat ready to wash their clothes. They hardly put their stuff into a washer when it became very apparent that both Claire and I had pooped our pants. I have never been so embarrassed in my life, walking around trying to finish the wash (folding big stacks of diapers and such, no less) with a huge wet mess in my diapers squishing around every time I took a step. Luckily, we were close to finishing when two of our sisters walk in to "help" us. "What's that smell?" said one in a loud voice. "I think our babies have pooped their diapers," says the other. "Well, we better get them changed, don't you think?' says the one, and in no time they've got Claire lying down in the back on a folding table pulling down her shorts, then her plastic pants. They peeled the tapes off of her diapers and pulled them off, cleaning her up. They rediapered Claire in another disposable and pulled her plastic pants back up along with her shorts. By this time the guys are in hysterics watching us get our wet, poopy diapers changed. The so-called chocolate milk we drank the night before in our bottles was loaded with laxatives and this whole thing was planned. I was next, off came my skimpy shorts, plastic panties and diapers. I then was rediapered the same as Claire. With fresh diapers on and the laundry done, we headed back to the sorority house. The sorority sisters then exchanged our shorts for short skirts. Next it was a trip to the local mall. In the company of two more sorority sisters, we purchased all sorts of very juvenile sleep sets and other clothes. We were made to try everything on which meant stripping to our diapers and plastic panties, sometimes in common dressing rooms. In the middle of a kid's clothing store (Claire was a tiny thing and still fit into all sorts of little girl style clothes), the laxative finished its job. I didn't even pretend to fight the urge this time, letting the poop pass freely into the seat of my diapers. When I was finished pooping, I felt the flow of warm urine fill my crotch. Within minutes, one of my escorts noticed the aroma and, right in the isle of the store, lifted my skirt up and checked my diaper. I was taken back to a fitting room and changed right on the floor from a supply of crinkly disposable diapers one of the girls were keeping in a large diaper bag. With the weekend coming to a close, I was bummed about having to go back to wearing regular panties. Just the thought of diapers and plastic panties now made me quite juicy and I came to regard diaper changes with charged enthusiasm. Plus by Monday morning, I wasn't sure I could be trusted out of diapers. In fact, almost half the sisters wore diapers 24-hours a day and everyone was required to sleep in diapers and plastic panties or disposable diapers (your choice). House rules also included a changing regimen that proved to be quite interesting. You were not allowed to change your own diapers even if you we’re soaking wet or thoroughly messy. Each week a number of sisters were designated nannies, we all rotated shifts, and only one of the nannies could change a dirty diaper. Each girl had her own style and there were always sexual implications. Nannies were completely in charge; we were to obey at the risk of discipline if we misbehaved. If time didn't permit a full interlude, you were always teased, keeping us fully charged most days. While some of the girls were dedicated lesbians, most of us used this as a release until relationships could develop with men outside the sorority. However, diapers were required on all dates. I still remember my first real date after joining the sorority. I had been flirting with a produce guy at the local market since arriving at school. After months, he finally asked me out. The first date ended only with a very passionate kiss good night. But the second date got very interesting. After dinner and a movie, I had thoroughly soaked a thick diaper under a cute little pair of pink plastic panties. After the movie, we drove to a remote part of the campus and started making out and petting pretty heavily. Brian was a seasoned, considerate lover and easily the best male partner I'd experienced since starting school. He was all over me but in a gentle and highly erotic way. He fondled my nipples and gently stroked my breasts until I was creamy. Then he stuck his hand up my skirt. I'd forgotten all about my special underwear. It took us both a minute to grasp the reality of the situation. I was so used to being fondled wearing wet diapers and so involved in the moment, I hadn't given his advances any special consideration until he suddenly whispered to me and asked me what I was wearing. I couldn't lie but I couldn't talk either. So I just lifted my skirt to show him. Even in the relative darkness there was no mistaking my bulging diapers and the shine of my plastic baby panties. He just grinned a little and went right back to rubbing me through the baby panties. "Let's see if baby needs a change," he said after a few minutes. I was highly aroused and hardly in any position to deny his advances by now. As he gently slipped his finger under the elastic leg opening of my plastic panties and stroked my wet ass I was mentally begging him to screw me. "Looks like baby needs a change," he said as he firmly grabbed my left ass cheek and smoothly moved between my legs to my dripping vagina. In seconds, my skirt was up around my waist and he was slipping my baby panties around my ankles. The soft aroma of wet diapers was driving me further to the brink as he unzipped and unbuttoned his own pants, revealing to me his own excitement. As much as I desired him inside me, I wanted to show him how grateful I was he didn't go running from the car the minute he realized I was wearing diapers. Admiring his stiff penis and gently stroking his balls and pubic hair, I swung around and licked his dick repeatedly, finally placing the entire shaft deep into my mouth and throat. Expecting him to cum instantly (which had been my experience with every other boy till now), I was letting myself really go. Between the aroma of my diapers, the smell of his cock and the wet cloth rubbing me as I gyrated, I exploded, feeling my excessive as orgasmic juices flow freely from me as my pee had been earlier. Ever so close himself, Brian withdrew and swiftly slipped me back on to the seat and unpinned my diapers. As I lay in my moistness, he plunged into me, bringing me right back to outer space. He moved back and forth, slowly at first, allowing me to feel him deep inside me while the base of his shaft coddled my clitoris again and again. My head spun in six different directions as dove into me, faster and faster. Finally, grabbing his firm little buttocks and slamming him into me, we both came in a sweaty rush of mind numbing orgasm. We lay together in seething exhaustion for what seemed like an hour. I was actually falling in and out of consciousness when without a thought I started to wet. He was still deep inside me, semi flaccid when the potty ran over his balls and penis and rushed between my legs and ass and gathered beneath me. Like a magic spell, the warm potty brought Brian back to instant erection, filling me again. And, as we lay together, my wetness spilling over both of us, we made love again, cumming in glorious unison after at least another 15 minutes of furious pumping. By the time we stopped, the whole car smelled of potty and sex and I had left a huge wet stain on Brian's back seat. He gave up his tee-shirt to wipe up the mess in the car. Of course, I didn't have any dry diapers with me but Brian just repinned my wet ones and slipped my plastic panties back over them so I wouldn't soak the front seat on the ride home. The 20 minute ride back to the sorority house was a quiet one. Although I had a million things to say to him, I couldn't quite get anything out. I was physically exhausted and very nearly unconscious, as if I had taken drugs. Back at the house, we spent a long good-bye, necking almost to the point I was ready to do him again. I hardly noticed as I stepped out of the car the slight pressure and stuffiness in my tummy. Not more than five steps towards the door, my ass opened like a trap door and two huge wet poops filled my already soggy didy. What a night. I knew when the Nanny discovered my poopy diapers; I'd be in a lot of trouble! Sure enough, I was spanked for pooping my pants, bathed, pinned into a heavy night diaper and put to bed. Drifting off to sleep, I again felt the warm rush of potty filing my diaper. I have turned into a chronic bedwetter and even wet my pants during the day in class. Often forgetting I'm not in diapers has caused me some very embarrassing moments, which always leads to some very interesting and provocative discipline. In fact, I prefer wearing diapers to panties. But I guess that's life as a Delta Baby.
  22. I wrote this a while ago and never posted it. I think I might continue it for fun. A gust of chill October air broke through the crack of Ellis's window waking him from a deep sleep. The 19 year old jumped out of bed to find the butt of his fuzzy blue polka-dot pajamas soaked. "I knew a goodnite wasn't enough for an evening of gaming fueled by sprite and vodka," he thought while studying the puddle in his bed. He pulled off his soggy pjs and waddled over to the kitchen in just his saggy goodnite knowing his parents were already at work for the day. Ellis began to prepare a kettle of water for some morning tea. "Just what I need to cure my sugar aided hangover," he thought to himself as the kettle began to whistle. He poured his tea and headed for the backyard. The several acres of wooded land was the perfect place for Ellis to enjoy his tea in a soaked pull-up without being caught by neighbors. He sat at a wooden bench thinking of what to do with his day off from school. Suddenly, he felt that he still had quite a bit of pee left in his bladder from last night. He looked around despite the fact he knew he was alone and began to soak his already full padding. His goodnite quickly began to overflow into the dirt beneath his bare feet. After his moment of bliss he sipped the rest of his tea and started to walk back inside. As he got to the back porch he thought he heard a noise coming from the long driveway leading to his house. He quickly realized this noise was a car as the engine came to a stop. "No, no, no!" Ellis thought as he heard footsteps coming towards the backyard. As he was about to open the screen door he looked up to see his friend Isabella looking at him confused. He leaped over to a lawn chair in an attempt to hide his dripping goodnite and lack of clothing. "Why are you out here in just your undies Elli?" "Uh, I uh, had to water the erm," Isabella noticed the small puddle from the drippy goodnite. "Did you pee your pants?" Isabella walked over as Ellis tried to cover his crotch in embarrassment. Isabella's face lit up when she realized he was in a soaking wet goodnite. "Are you wearing a diaper?" "Well, er, no I'm, uh it's uh-" "Yeah, I know, it's a pull-up, not a diaper." "Well, yea, I guess- erm, please don't tell anyone about this, please!" "Me? Never, we've been friends for like 10 years Elli." "I know what you're up to anyways, here, let me show you something"She led him over to her van and opened the trunk. Ellis stood to the side of the van trying to shield himself from the quiet street at the end of his long driveway. "Stop being such a baby, nobody can see you," Isabella commanded as she pulled Ellis over to the backpack sitting in her trunk. "No wonder you're such a drippy mess, those bed-wetting undies don't hold anything," she said while handing him a pastel pink diaper. "Here, I just got a pack of bunnyhopps last week, you should try them," she said as he looked at her in disbelief. "You wear diapers too?" "Well duh, now get that excuse of a diaper off and hop your soggy butt into my trunk so I can change you," said Isabella as she began to rip the sides of Ellis's goodnite. Ellis complied and ripped the other side as the soggy padding fell to the concrete with a wet thud. He stood their nude in his driveway as Isabella unfolded the diaper. This wasn't the first time she saw Ellis naked considering they'd been getting changed in front of each other for years. He climbed up into the trunk and lifted his butt up waiting for Isabella to slide the diaper under him. The two looked each other in the eyes and started to giggle. She slid the diaper under him as he plopped his butt down. "What's so dang funny Elli?" "I don't know, I guess this is just happening so fast." "Yea, it is pretty bizarre to find out your best friend likes to wear diapers too." "Are you okay with all this though? I guess this is all a bit abrupt," asked Isabella as she put her hand on Ellis's thigh. Ellis shot up and pulled her in for a tight hug. "Honestly, I wouldn't want this with anyone else," said Ellis as he pulled her in closer. "Just to let you know, I'm also padded," said Isabella as she poked the front of her jeans with a crinkle. "Well haha, look at the 22 year old in diapers," teased Ellis. "Yea, says the one sitting outside in nothing but a bunny themed diaper," Isabella teased back. The two both looked over to see a car drive by. "Well we should probably get inside before the mailman shows up," said Ellis as he jumped down off the rear bumper. "Okay! We can decide what to do with the day," said Isabella.
  23. I was really, really bored at work today. Lacking better ideas, decided to get around to writing a story I recently drummed up. Fun fact, the title stems back all the way to an idea I had cooked up easily a decade ago, but never did anything with. Whatever, but it's my first story here so thought I shared, hope it's enjoyable. Might write more later, might not - forewarning, this was stream-of-consciousness over the course of a workday afternoon, so I apologize if there's any obvious errors/mistakes. Without further ado, enjoy! _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Chapter 1 - Meeting My New Mommy! Johnny was twenty years old, and he'd reached what felt like the most important (and strange) decision of his life: he was going to be a kid again. He was set to receive a rather sizable inheritance when he turned twenty-one, enough to set him well for his foreseeable life, as far as he could tell. However, he had to fend for himself until then, and without much luck getting a job that was going to be very difficult. Getting lower and lower on cash every day and with the only apartments he could find being obscenely overpriced, he was running out of ideas. That was when he'd found "Imagine That Care Services", while browsing the web and, lacking better plans, decided to click. No harm in checking, right? The site that greeted him was cutesy, with pastel pink and baby blues and building blocks meeting him, but clearly formatted for adults. Reading through the description, he was shocked to learn that it was indeed a 'care service', wherein he could pay money to be adopted temporarily by a 'mommy' or 'daddy' that would take care of all his needs: food, housing, clothes, all of it would be well bargained and done, no questions asked. What's more, the price they were asking per month was less than any apartment he'd found within 100 miles. This is it, he thought. This is my chance! I can use this to wait out the rest of my time until I can cash out on the inheritance and I'm all set! A thin smile tugged at his lips, but his wariness got the better of him - surely this was too good to be true, there had to be a catch. Scrolling through, he found it, something referred to loosely as ABDL - Adult-Baby Diaper-Lover. Apparently, he was quite literally going to be treated like a child by his mommy or daddy, and his actions (and reactions) would determine how that went. In the example listed, kids who were able to use the potty and were well-behaved - a strange way to put it - would be rewarded with more freedom, and those that didn't would be treated closer to actual babies. Mommies and Daddies had complete control over things at any and all times, and there was no refunding once a timeframe was set - quite literally, it was all or nothing. Johnny weighed his options for the rest of the night, and got very little sleep in the process. He'd kept looking for other options, but there was nothing: no apartments, no jobs, no nothing. Finally, come morning, he'd made up his mind: desperate times called for desperate measures, and Johnny was indeed desperate! It's only for a year, then I can do whatever I want. Besides, it's all self-enclosed, no one's gonna know - I'll just tell my folks I got an internship or something and it was for a new company and they made me sign a non-disclosure. I'll just behave, pretend I'm livin' the old days of life and drink juiceboxes on a playground for the rest of the year. Easy. His mind made up, Johnny began writing an email to Imagine That. Their response was received promptly, and it involved a fairly straightforward set of rules for the agreement: Imagine That was its own separate 'facility' covering the size of a small town or perhaps even city, from what he could tell, so anyone he met would be involved with the project or working for it, so there was no risk of his personal life being ruined elsewhere. He had access to choose a Mommy or Daddy to care for him, whom would essentially have authority over him for this process. All Mommies and Daddies were thoroughly vetted, sexual misconduct would be treated harshly, no refunds, and several other bits and bobs he didn't feel like committing to memory. He read through it all to ensure no loopholes, but really his mind was preoccupied with what he needed to do: the better he behaved and the more he listened to his 'parent', the better he'd be treated, the more freedom he'd have and the easier time he'd have, too. Scrolling through the online list, he'd decided on going for a Mommy: it'd be 'less weird' and if he was lucky she'd be really hot, too. The listed intros, pictures and bios were somewhat interesting, if keeping him a bit excited, but he tried to keep focused. Eventually, he settled for a nice-looking woman probably in her early thirties, though realistically he had no way of knowing, was terrible at guessing that kind of thing and forgot to actually look. She was quite gorgeous, flowing auburn hair and sparkling green eyes and a smile to die for. According to what the page said, she described herself as 'encouraging the best from her little ones', and that she wouldn't treat them unfairly but rewarded hard effort. It seemed like his best bet, some of the others had some rather interesting ideas about who they'd be caring for. Do people actually like this whole baby and diaper thing? Weird. He hesitated a bit at her usage of words like 'little ones' and 'active help with potty training', but again, he saw no better options, so he went with it. Several hours later and he had his confirmation: a quick payment online and all that was left to do was show up the next day. He quickly penned a message to his family, letting them know about an exciting new internship he was starting and how he'd be out of contact for the next year while he worked there. Grinning to himself and how clever he sounded and with the prospect of easy money on his hands, he ended the day plotting how he'd play his hand for the next year. The facility itself wasn't especially marked or anything, just seemed like a large - very large - gated community and assorted buildings of sorts. It wasn't until he entered past the gate with a printed-off proof of purchase that he realized there was basically a self-serving community in here, fully self-sufficient: to an outsider, it just looked like a campus of some kind, but internally there's be practically limitless self-sustainability. He walked down a path through a dense mass of trees until he came to a building marked as 'Admissions'. Entering, he was greeted with a rather strange feeling, as it was mostly empty of newcomers this early in the day and the desk lady looked like she was literally running a kindergarten, exaggerated smile and speech with goofy, pastel-pink dress. Always the pastel pink, he thought to himself. "Hi!" she greeted him sweetly, and he couldn't help but smile lightly in response. "Welcome to Imagine That! How can I help you, young sir?" He handed her his information. It felt weird, not having any luggage - he almost felt like he was taking a vacation, but his instructions said no personal effects were needed, and he wouldn't have access to them for the duration of his stay. After checking things over and giving him an approval sticker to put on his shirt, she told him to sit nearby and await the arrival of his mommy, whom would help him from there. While waiting, he saw two people walking outside: a woman in adult clothes, obviously a mommy, leading a girl who looked like they were about Johnny's age by the hand quite gruffly. She was dressed in short overalls and a spotted t-shirt, with short booties that made her look like a picturesque kindergartener, and she held one hand up to her face as she sobbed uncontrollably. Johnny couldn't help but notice a wet patch in the shape of crescent moons on her butt as she walked by, and it connected the dots in his mind. Guess she's going back a grade, Johnny thought. He wanted to snicker, but couldn't avoid a growing feeling of unease. That girl looked about my age - she shouldn't have pissed her pants, unless she wanted to? But what if something happened while she was here... the thoughts increasingly worried him, and he began to wonder if he'd made a mistake coming here. But it was too late now - he'd just have to be careful. While mulling this over, he heard the door nearby and turned to look. As expected, there was his Mommy, Julia. "Hi Johnny!" She wore a somewhat normal-looking red shirt and black slacks, very businesslike, and as she approached she opened her arms up and hugged Johnny. He blushed, suddenly assaulted by perfume and the gentle touch of a woman, but timidly returned the hug all the same. It wasn't like him to submit so immediately, but everything about her seemed to scream 'mommy' to him, and he felt like a smaller child again. "Hi, Mommy," he stammered, remembering from a training packet that he should refer to his mommy or daddy like so unless told otherwise. "Ohhh, you're so cute!" she practically squealed with joy. "Alright, I'm sure you have so many questions, so let's get to it! Let's go check out your new home with me, mkay?" He nodded, at a loss for words. Gently, she took him by the hand and lead him out the side doorway further into Imagine That, thanking the desk lady by name as she did. She returned a gentle fingers-only wave to Johnny as he left, and with his free hand he did the same. It almost felt like he was leaving his adult life behind in the process, and with each passing minute Johnny felt more and more like he was back to being a kid again. Eyes on the prize, Johnny - this is the easiest, no, the only way to get your inheritance. You can do this, just play by the rules. Julia drove a maroon minivan, and when she opened up the side door for him he noticed that there was a booster seat in place of a normal seat. When he hesitated, she looked at him at first with confusion, but then realized. "What's wrong, Johnny?" "Well..." he stammered, not wanting to make a mistake early on: first impressions were important. "I-I just, didn't know I'd be in a b...a b-baby seat, already." Julia looked quizzical. "It's a booster seat, not quite the same." She patted its soft seat as if to prove a point. "So, you think you're a big kid, then?" "Uh-huh!" he nodded up and down enthusiastically, not wanting to press her buttons. Keep it cool, keep it cutesy: show her, don't just tell her. I'm not like that girl at the admissions booth, but can't be too mature either. "I'm a big kid!" Julia beamed. "Okie! If you say so." She patted the seat again. "Alright, well even big kids can use a booster seat to be safe, you know. Let's just use it for now, and you can use a normal seat later, mkay?" Not wanting to press his luck any farther, Johnny acceded, clambering up into the van. He felt Julia's hand on his bum, politely pushing him up and towards the seat as if he needed assistance. "Up you go, mister," she cooed, and he plopped down on the seat. He was about to buckle himself in when he realized her hands were in the way and already doing it for him. He stopped, as much from surprise as submission, and watched as she buckled up the belt between his crotch and down his shoulders and chest. It was a three-point seatbelt, and his feeling of childishness increased. Still, it was only temporary, so he let it go. A few minutes later and they were carefully driving down the road, somewhat open country territory with a small town nearby. To the left, Johnny recognized what must have been a park, though it was too far away to see much detail. Some soft music played from the radio, and Johnny decided to ask his questions. "So, um, Julia-" "Oh, you can just call me 'Mommy', sweetie," Julia assured him from the driver's seat. "Okay, Mommy," he fumbled the words, then continued. "So, do we live with anyone else?" "Not yet," Julia admitted. "Right now, you're my only little one! But maybe one day you'll get a brother or sister to live with us, won't that be fun?" He thought about it, and the answer was no. That'd be embarrassing, especially if they were all babyish and whatever. What if Mommy made him change their diapers? Ew. "Yeah, that'd be kinda cool," he lied. "What about you, do you have any friends here?" "Yeah! My friend Debbie has a really nice pair of girls, maybe we can say hi to them at the park later? I'm sure they'd love to meet you." "Are they about my age?" "Hmm..." Julia seemed to think on this for a few seconds. "Well, Alice is the older sister, and she's almost potty-trained, so she'd be about your age, I think. The little sister, Lily, is about the same age but she's still having some trouble with the toilet, so she still has to wear diapers. But they'd both be fun to play with, they'd really like to meet you!" "Sure!" John blurted, still processing this information. They sound...young. But they're my age? "But, I'm a big kid, I'm potty trained." He felt weird saying such childish words, but his options were limited. Julia seemed like this held importance, so saying such things - no matter how repetitively - would surely yield results. "Okie," she said again. "But don't feel like you have to push yourself too hard, okay? Mommy will help make sure you're doing your best." She doesn't believe me? Johnny frowned. "You'll see!" He did his best to do a pouty, bratty voice. Make it believable, you're a kid again. "I don't need to wear stupid diapers like some of the kids around here..." This elicited a long series of giggles from Julia. "Okie, Johnny," she finally said with a knowing tone. Johnny couldn't figure it out, but it wouldn't be easy to convince his Mommy until he proved it. But, the only way to do that would be to just not pee his pants like that girl earlier. ...that should be pretty straightforward. Just use the bathroom like a normal kid would, tug her shirt and ask if you can go potty. Easy. He'd seen plenty of kids do it before all over, heck he kinda remembered those days. Wasn't a big deal, just do the same here until she was 'sure' he could do it on his own. Would be done by the time the week was out. They drove in silence for a few more minutes before reaching a suburb, and somewhat down the line they pulled into a normal-looking house. The garage door opened as they approached, and the minivan fit neatly inside. Once the door was shut and the vehicle had shut off, his mommy unbuckled and stepped out, opening the side door for him. He was tempted to try and remove his own belt, but remembered their earlier mix, so he just sat there and waited for her to come around, unbuckle his straps and help him step out and into the garage. It was somewhat plain, nothing major stored around, no smell of grease or oil anywhere. She simply lead him up the couple short stairs and into his new home: their home. Chapter 2 - At the Park for Potty Time The house was clean, almost immaculate. The carpets were fluffy, the white walls were pristine and a gentle bleeze blew sweetly through the house from ceiling fans suspended high above the living room. "Alrighty, so this is home!" Julia was enthralled at just about everything, it seemed: everything was exciting, made her happy, on and on it went, no matter what she did. She was...well, she was like a mommy, plain and simple. It began to occur to Johnny that she was doing it for his sake, but he tried not to bite the bait. Remember, this is just a placeholder for the year: you don't need to go all the way, just behave and be good in her eyes and this will be smooth. "Where's my room," he started. "-Mommy?" he quickly added. "Oh! Almost forgot," she started quickly to the other side of the living room. "Right in here!" It was a short hallway, on the right was a door that lead into his room. He felt his eyes widen in disbelief as he did. It was a nursery: it was that sickly, baby-pink he'd seen everywhere on the walls and wallpaper, though the walls themselves were white. There were a few teddy bears in one corner, a rocking horse oversized so that even he could fit on it, a dresser that had babyblock stickers and silly animals on the drawers and had other babyish paraphernalia atop it, complete with a few bottles, pacifiers, bibs, bonnets and a small stack of oversized diapers. The closet in the corner was partially ajar, and inside could be seen a rather hefty surplus of babyish clothes sized for what he assumed would be himself, and more and more stacks of diapers behind them, seemingly without limit. Truly, it was as if he'd set foot into hell itself. Keep it cool, he told himself, his mind racing. She does this all the time, I'm obviously not the first and I won't be the last, so she has to stock other things as well, right? Leftovers, for future people, whatever. Doesn't have to mean it's for me, just make sure you behave! "Um, Mommy," he struggled to keep a gentle, kid-like voice as he folded his hands behind his back sheepishly. "I-I don't need..." his lips failed him, unable to mention the dreaded rest of the sentence. Julia sat down on a baby stool, gentle patting his back. "Honey, I know you say you're potty trained, and that you're a big kid and all the rest, but mommy just wants to be absolutely certain, okay?" When he didn't reply, she continued. "What if you have an accident and ruin your undies? Right now I just want to make sure you can hold your pee like a big kid, and if you can do that I promise you we'll get you a bigger-kid bed and room to use. Fair?" It was the best he was going to get - new objective, don't pee pants. Easy enough. "Okay," he croaked, nodding enthusiastically, though his face felt numb. Julia smiled before hugging him. "Let's get you dressed, then." She laid out a changing mat and ordered him to lay on his back. He felt wrong, laying there so helpless as his Mommy took off his clothes, first starting with his jeans and then his t-shirt, followed by his socks and then his underwear. He lay there, buck naked, while he heard a crinkling sound from the closet as she brought over a diaper, white with purple sides and swirls on it. She knelt back down beside him, looking bright and cheery as always. She lifted his legs up after opening up the diaper, sliding it underneath his rear end as she set him back down on it. It was soft, and he felt a mixture of comfort and horror as she adjusted the back end of it to the right fit. Settling his legs down, she folded the diaper up and over his crotch, making sure his thing was pointed downwards and the diaper fit nice and snug. It felt somewhat crowded, but was still soft enough like wearing a blanket. He resisted the urge to cry as she snugged up his - the diaper against him as tight she could without making it uncomfortable, then secured it with one tape for the left and one for the right. "There!" she admired her own handiwork, gently patting the front. "All done." Reluctantly, he looked down at the poofy white ridiculousness staring back at him. It's not for long, just do what you've done since you were like three and you'll be fine, dude, he kept telling himself. It took a few tries, but he was starting to feel more confident about it. It's like a rite of initiation at a fraternity or something, that's all - something silly to make you doubt yourself, but all you gotta do is slog on through it and on the other side you'll be rockin' it! That's all this is, just her silly version of a rite. He let her help him up to his feet, hearing the diaper crinkle as he did, contort around him as he repositioned. She walked over to the closet again, and he observed his new padded prison - it wasn't quite as large as he'd expected, though he imagined it'd stick out under his clothes really hard. Then again, most of the 'kids' here probably had the same, so he doubted they'd laugh, especially after how Julia had described those other kids her one friend had. He patted it gently, and it quietly responded with more crinkles and scrunchy sounds. He would've laughed under other circumstances - under these, anything but. When he looked up, Julia was holding something that stopped him in his tracks: that's right...they didn't have me bring any of my own clothes. She held what he could only describe as a girl's onesie, a pink horror with yellow and purple shapes on its shoulders with a matching skirt to go with. "Isn't it cute?" Julia was excited beyond words, for sure. "I made sure it's the right size and everything, you're going to look just adorable in it! Here, let's make sure it fits." "But I-" he started, but she was already hiking his arms up and she dropped the onesie down atop him, pulling it down until it reached his shoulders and making sure his arms fit through the holes. He stood there, agape and holding his arms out to his sides as she pulled it down and snapped the front and back together around his crotch, reminding him that he was wearing diapers again as it pulled everything up tight to him. He could move just fine, but where before the diaper was slightly loose it now hugged him from the bottom up like its life depended on it. He felt his lip quiver as she lifted up his feet one at a time into the skirt, then rose it up much higher than he'd expect, until she zipped it up and adjusted it to his waist for good measure. Once he was sure she was done, she stared in glee at a wall mirror he hadn't even noticed. He nervously turned to it, appalled at what he saw. He began to realize that he really looked like a toddler at this point, some dress-up doll for an adult to gawk at as 'cute' for their own gain. Julia hugged him again contentedly. "Okay kiddo, what say we go hit the park up and meet some new friends? I know Debbie's girls would just love to meet you!" "W-what? Go out to the park, in this?" Johnny couldn't believe his ears, he couldn't go out like this! Closed-off area or not, this was embarrassing beyond description. I mean, everyone else was probably much like so, but...what other choice did he have? His mommy wanted to do it, so even if he protested she'd have every right to make it so. He couldn't find words beyond his stammering to keep going, but Julia seemed to pick up on his concern. "It's okay, Johnny - I know it's all very new and weird and wonderful, but Debbie's kids are really nice, and fun: you'll get along great. As for the clothes, well, you gotta prove to me you're a big kid, remember?" She pinched his cheek lightly as he nodded. "Show me you can hold your pee like a big kid. You can do that, I'll make sure we get you all the nice big kid clothes you'll ever need. Mkay?" She checked her watch. "Tell you what, I'll make you a deal - if we get back this afternoon from the park and your diaper is still dry, I'll take you out first thing tomorrow shopping and we'll call you potty trained. Deal?" She threw around the word 'potty trained' like it was some great big deal: he hadn't pissed himself since he was a kid, it wasn't going to be some enormous challenge. Why did she keep talking about it like that? Was it just part of the 'game' going around here, like it was optional if he was into that ABDL thing he kept reading about? Was this his chance to 'choose' if he was into that kind of thing? He decided it didn't matter - all he needed was to stay in Julia's good graces, obey the rules and play nice. If he did that, he'd have an easy time here and could put it behind him later. After all, what was spending a day or even a week being dressed like a toddler compared to living years on end on Easy Street? A fair trade, in his mind.. He nodded slowly, agreeing to her terms. "You'll see...I'm a big kid." He said it without enthusiasm, and when he saw she looked less convinced than usual - were such a thing possible - he added some new energy to it. "I don't need diapers! I'll be dry when we get back, I promise." She smiled. "Alright, it's a deal! Now, let mommy get her stuff around and then we'll go to the park." She kissed him on the forehead and stood up, moving about with diligence whilst humming a tune of some kind. He kept a small eye on her, adoring her for how practiced she seemed. She was slightly taller than him, and though she was quite feminine in appearance she had a rather marked strength when she'd consoled him over the course of the day. And her figure...no, he tried not to look at her like that. That was something that could get him on a one-way ticket out of here, best not to think about it like so. It took several minutes, but she seemed to pack everything she needed up and out to the car - a small cooler with drinks and snacks, a collapsible but large stroller (something he hoped they wouldn't be using), and a large bag not unlike a purse, which she seemed to put baby supplies in. He assumed these would be for her friend, given one of the girls she cared for seemed to still be - he had to remind himself he was seriously saying these words to himself - still needed to wear diapers. He grew wary, watching Julia place several diapers from his own closet as well as a spare outfit into the diaper bag, but otherwise paid it little heed. He wouldn't need it, as he would soon prove. Once all the provisions were loaded, Julia lead him back to the minivan, seated him inside, buckled him in and handed him a juice box for the ride, along with some crackers. He munched and sipped contentedly along the way, even forgetting the attire and circumstances he wore for a short while. However, by the time the few-minute drive was up. Pulling into the parking lot, there were multiple other cars present, most either minivans or SUVs of some kind, but most of the people from them seemed to already be at the playground, or walking around the circumference on a paved path. Johnny determined rather quickly that, as he'd suspected, the overwhelming majority seemed to be a mommy/daddy and their 'little ones', most of whom further were wearing childish attire, being either guided by hand, carried or wheeled about in strollers. Julia needed a little bit extra to get things ready, so he sat in his booster seat for a bit longer this time, observing the people that passed on the nearby trail. That 'kid' looked like a kindergartner, that one was babied up, that one looked almost normal aside from a puffy hip area that belied their true undergarments...finally, Julia's voice brought him back to reality as she undid his buckles. To his dismay, she had indeed fetched the stroller, and once freed of the seat she helped lift him onto it, buckling up his legs into it. He leaned back, not having much choice, and smelled the faint sickly aroma of talcum powder. It occurred to him that the diaper bag must have been right below him, and he wrinkled his nose at the thought. As she wheeled him towards the playground and the other 'mommies' nearby, he looked about for a restroom, just in case...there, there was on nearby, and a couple portapotties as well. Jackpot - I'm safe. Once they approached a bench adjacent the sandy playground, another woman slightly older than Julia - but similarly gorgeous - waved them over. "Hi Julia! Ohhhh, is this Johnny?" "MmHm!" Julia brought them to a stop and went over to hug Debbie. "He's still getting used to things, so I thought it'd help to say hi to the girls." "Oh! They'll be thrilled," Debbie waved over to a pair of girls roughly Johnny's age, one sporting a short skirt that barely draped down her thighs, the other wearing clothing not-dissimilar to his own. "Girls! Auntie Julia's here with her new little one!" The girls gave up their sandcastle and came over shyly, as Debbie introduced them. "Alice is my eldest, she's been a really big girl lately and is doing a really good job of helping her little sister, Lily! She's trying really hard to potty train like her big sister, but she'll get it soon." Debbie was enthralled with her own 'daughters', and as Julia helped him out of the stroller, he couldn't help but feel at ease. They're in the same predicament I am, nothing to be embarrassed about. Once free and on his own two feet, he waved sheepishly. "I'm Johnny," he replied quietly. "Nice to meet you." "Nice to meetchu," Lily cooed, almost babylike in voice. Johnny just smiled, pretending not to notice." "Nice to meet you too," Alice grinned. "Let's go play!" With that, she took him by the hand and lead him over to the sandbox, with Lily close behind. They mainly just enjoyed some time together, making up whatever silly things they'd do as 'young' kids again, making sandcastles and destroying them, playing tag, going up and down the slides, clambering all over the jungle gym, monkey bars, you name it. Johnny would never have admitted it, but he was really having a great time. Shortway through, he was starting to get a bit hot, but mommy Julia, in her infinite perception, noticed and brought over a nice and cold juice box. While sipping on it, she'd also tied up a baby bonnet over his head, but for what little shade it offered he couldn't really argue. To his chagrin, Julia also decide to give him a diaper check at that time, scuffing at his thighs and feeling around his behind: he assumed the reason for his skirt being run so short was to make this easier. Satisfied that he was still dry and having thoroughly embarrassed him, she gave him a soft pat to go for it. After that, it was back to playing, and before he knew it he'd completely lost track of time. As they sat up in the playground, under a shaded area by the top of the slide, just sitting around and giggling and joking around, Johnny finally asked something that'd been on his mind. "So...how long have you been here? Like, with De- your mommy, I mean?" Alice scratched her head. "A couple months. It's been really fun, mommy's really nice. She doesn't push us too hard, let's us do our own thing." She shrugged. "Pretty easy, honestly." Johnny nodded, looking at Lily close by. "So...she still wears...diapers?" Alice looked at him quizzically. "Lily? Yeah, for now. Like I said, mommy doesn't really push us too hard, so we're allowed to do potty training at our own pace. Lily still doesn't quite have a handle on it, so she still pads up most of the time. Why?" Now it was Johnny's turn to look quizzical. "It's just...I don't know, thought it was a little odd, that's all. L-like not in a bad way! Just, caught me off guard. I-I mean, you're-" he hesitated. It took a moment, but Alica looked a tad devilish. "I mean, you're still wearing diapers, aren't you?" "That's just because Jul- I mean, because mommy wants to make sure." "Make sure of what, hmm?" "...make sure that I'm potty trained. Which I am, I don't need to wear diapers, it's just so she knows for sure. Come tomorrow, I'll be nice and up and back to normal, you'll see!" Alica snorted. "Yeah okay." "What?" "Nothing, just I've met a lot of kids who say that kind of thing: most of them aren't telling the truth." She brushed the sand off of her hands for a moment. "Potty training's hard, Johnny: don't be so quick to make fun of it." Potty training...hard? Was this a joke? "So, how'd you do it?" "It's hard. Still working on it." For the first time, she lifted up her miniskirt just enough so Johnny could see, and he realized that she was wearing some kind of diaper that looked like underwear. It was padded, but significantly thinner and smaller. Come to think of it, Julia had mentioned something about pull-ups, didn't she? "But it has its benefits: I can wear big-kid clothes now, and I'm forgiven if I have an accident or two in a day, so long as I don't leak." She smiled, not in the gentle way Julia had, but in a sardonic way, as if challenging him. "I'm curious whether or not you're as big as you say." Johnny tried to put on a brave face: something about her words unsettled him. "I'm a big kid and I don't need stupid diapers: you'll see. When I go home today I'll be high and dry, and you'll still be in your training pants." Alice snorted again. "If you say so, Tinkle Trousers." Johnny was about to retort, but Lily joined in on the conversation at this point: "Johnny hafta wear diapers too?" Johnny was about to retort, but thought better of it. Lily was asking a harmless question, if he made her cry or something he'd be in for it. "No, but mommy's making me do it for now just to be safe. Johnny's a big boy, he can wear underwear." "Under-where?" Lily asked. "He means undies," Alice clarified, like this was some revelation. "Johnny says he's potty trained, that he can just wear undies. He's full of it." "Am not!" "Am too." Lily nodded. "Johnny's potty trained? Wowwwww, that's really cool! I wanna be like Johnny some day." This stopped any further bickering between Alice and Johnny, and with a pointed look of derision the two once more began a three-way game of tag. Some time later, while halfway up the stairs, Johnny paused. All the juice and water he'd drunk over the course of his playtime was starting to catch up, and he felt a small need to pee beginning to grow. "...hm? What's up?" Alice asked. After a few seconds, she began to figure it out. "Oh? Does someone need to go pee-pee?" "Ngh," Johnny grunted. "I'm okay, just gonna need to go soon." "Hope it's not too soon, got a ways in the day left, 'big boy' - you wouldn't want to pee your pants in front of Lily, would you?" "I'll be fine." He turned around and walked back to where the adults sat, Julia and Debbie having been joined by another female friend. He stood nearby, but before he could say anything hesitated - he didn't want to interrupt, but they wouldn't stop talking. Finally, he gently tugged at Julia's shirt, and she looked over immediately. "Hi honey, what's up?" Johnny suddenly felt very babyish in from of the three women, remembering what he was wearing. One hand gently played with the hem of his skirt. "I, uhm...I gotta go potty..." he whispered. "Hm?" She asked, having not quite heard him, or at least he assumed. Internally groaning, he spoke up a bit louder. "I gotta go potty." "Gotta go potty?" She looked at her watch again. "Sweetie, I thought you said you were a big kid, that you could hold it?" "I can-" "Well, you gotta hold it awhile longer, remember? You gotta show you're potty trained, gotta hold your pee like a big boy." Then need to go grew exponentially every time she said something childish and demeaning. Both his hands were now fiddling with his skirt. "But I gotta go!" he protested, his voice becoming more childish. Debbie had to put a hand to her mouth to keep from laughing, but Julia frowned. "I know, but you're never gonna be a big kid if you can't hold it. Besides, you told mommy you didn't need diapers, remember?" The bathroom was literally a stone's throw away. Couldn't she just take him there and go? "Uh-huh, bu-" he started, but she cut him off again. "So, little mister, if you want to be a big kid you need to act like a big kid." She poked him gently in his bellybutton, as if to drive a 'stern' point. "So keep that diaper dry if you wanna say you're potty trained and don't need diapers. Got it?" He was speechless. Seriously? Potty training means I gotta hold it for, what, until you say? Is there a timer? A limit? What gives? Seeing no way out, he nodded a couple times. "Good," her voice softened. "Now, run along and play with your friends, okay?" She kissed him on the forehead again, and he dejectedly walked back to the playground. Nearby, a girl was sobbing incoherently as her daddy changed her diaper on the edge of the playground, while what he could only assume was her brother stood nearby. Alice smirked as he walked by. "Better not pee your pants, big baby," she whispered. He ignored the remark - he was close to winning his bet with mommy, he just had to keep going. More playing, more running around, and Johnny was stuck with an eternal reminder that he needed to pee. Had it been a 'normal' day, he would've gone easily an hour ago, or so he reckoned. Now, he had no idea of when he'd be allowed to. Every so often, Alice would pat him on the butt and giggle and taunt him about a 'diaper check', and no amount of insisting he was try would alleviate this. He squirmed from time to time, but he still bravely held on. At one point, Lily had peed in her diaper during a particularly lively game of tag, and had had to go back to Debbie for a change. Johnny had watched it from afar, wondering if that was to be his fate. And yet, Lily seemed like it was the most normal thing in the world - she was shorter than most, and while she could 'pass' for a baby compared to the others, the fact she so willingly pissed herself and went to an adult to be changed was...hard to wrap his head around. When they'd come back, Alice had whispered in his ear, "Before you leave, your mommy's gonna have to change your diaper, pottypants." They'd continued playing, and once or twice Julia had called him over for an official diaper check, and every time he'd been dry. The other women she sat with had marveled at this, and congratulated him with words and applause when he'd been dry, each and every time. Not in a mocking way - truthfully, they were impressed. This gave him a feeling of hope, one that rapidly decayed once he tried to play further with the girls and the feeling of I need to pee returned, stronger every time. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He stood in the middle of building a sandcastle, both hands on his crotch and jumbling from side to side. "Gotta go?" Lily asked innocently. She really had no concept of having to hold, apparently. "I can hold it..." Johnny mumbled, straining. He was dimly aware of Alice smirking to herself, but otherwise ignoring him. "I'll be right back," he huffed, then danced his way over to his mommy. Once more, she talked quite fervently with her friends, and he stood to the side trying his best quite literally and figuratively to hold it in. "Mommy I really gotta go potty now!" he blurted, all shame of kidtalk out the window. She looked over at him. "Johnny, if you can't hold it like a big kid, then you're gonna have to go potty in your diaper." She said it so matter of factly Johnny could scarcely believe it. "Big kids can hold their pee. You said you can, so you need to do it. If you can't, that's okay, but then let's be honest that you aren't potty trained, okay? Then we can work on it from there." He continued squeezing, trying not to lose. He was starting to feel tears coming on from the exertion. "I dun need diapers-" he stammered, trying to keep it alive. If he could say it, surely it would remain true. Nearby, their friend started cooing. "Aww, look how cute he is, trying to hold it. He's trying really hard, Julia, but I don't think he's gonna make it. Look at him, he's potty dancing!" Julia pursed her lips. "Big boys shouldn't have to potty dance." She placed her hands on Johnny's shoulders, gentle yet firm. "I don't think you're one, Johnny. It's okay, but don't be dishonest with mommy or yourself. If you can't hold it, then it's okay to go peepee in your diaper." She talked to him like he was literally a toddler, nay, less than that...she always did, the other adults did, they literally acted like he was a child, or even a baby. It began to dawn on him that he was going to face an uphill battle through this place, much like a real child does in the real world. They weren't going to take it easy on him, he was going to have to fight really hard for it. Taking a deep breath, he forced his legs to stop quivering, slowly took his hands away from his crotch and gripped the hem of his skirt. He felt his feet fidget a little bit here and there, but otherwise stood his ground. Julia nodded, placing a hand around the edge of his diaper to check it for wetness: satisfied, she nodded again, reaching into her purse nearby. "I'll hold it like a big boy, Mommy, I'll be dry. I can-" he felt something enter his mouth as her hand moved with practiced swiftness. "I'm sure you will, honey." She smiled gently, then went back to conversing with her friends. It took several moments to realize she'd slipped a pacifier in his mouth. He wanted to spit it out, but something internally just sucked on it, trying to distract himself from the fact that he was not in fact capable of holding it for much longer. It hurt, and he had to struggle very had to stay dry. Tears continued to well up in his eyes. He shifted from foot to foot a bit more vigorously now, starting to revert back to his 'potty dancing' again. Johnny was dimly aware of Alice and Lily now watching him from afar, probably gloating about his imminent defeat...no! No, he couldn't lose to the likes of them: Alice could at least get away with wearing pull-ups, she had to have surmounted this challenge before then, right? He had to win. So he had to pull out all the stops. He started pottydancing again, trying to push the shame past him. Some of the adults that milled about stopped to look at him and smile to themselves, probably assuming he was at his limit. The pressure increased, and he started shaking and trembling nigh uncontrollably as he did. He made little whimpering noises from behind his pacifier as he sucked like mad, the pain getting heavier and heavier as he felt like a massive weight had been set on his bladder. After what seemed like minutes of this, the pain finally crested and he felt a little leak. His eyes went wide with surprise as he realized he couldn't hold it anymore, and with a final, pathetic whimper forever muffled by the rubber pacifier in his mouth, he squeezed his eyes shut and subconsciously squatted down a couple inches, hearing a gushing noise like high-pressure water from a hose running down a gutter. As he heard this, he began to feel warmth flow through his diaper, pooling about between his legs and under his butt, slowly crawling up his backside as he unconsciously pushed harder, peeing forcefully into his diaper as tears started to roll down his eyes: he wanted to stop, but try as he might be couldn't, and he felt the warm-then-wet padding begin to sag around him. Finally, it began to subside, and he stood here, slowly standing back up and realizing what he'd done. He glanced up at mommy Julia, and after a few seconds she turned back to look at him. "Everything okay, Sunshine?" she asked, before a knowing look crossed her face and she reached a hand out to feel by his crotch. Feeling it squish, she scratched a few fingers near the cuff until it felt inside. "Uh-oh," she cooed, standing up and turning him around, lifting the back of his skirt and feeling his backside. "What happened, Johnny? Did you go potty in your diaper?" Hearing the words further flushed his face with heat and shame. Careful not to spit out the pacifier, his one source of distraction and comfort, he mumbled her words back to her: "I wen potty in muh diaper..." Debbie giggled at this. "Oh my goodness, Julia he is just the cuteset!" Julia playfully swatted him on his padded butt, just enough to feel it but not enough to hurt. "Okay, pottypants, off you go." Johnny was puzzled, turning around as she pulled the pacifier from his mouth. "...it's not that wet, don't be such a crybaby. Go play with your friends, okay?" He felt like it was a big deal, and wanted to protest but the shame of admitting that he'd pissed in a diaper in front of her was too much. Nodding and wiping his eyes, he walked back towards his friends, waddling a bit more than usual with the extra bulk between his legs. Every step squelched the soggy padding, and he was eternally aware of his predicament. Lily seemed unconcerned with events, and continued fooling around with her sand castle, but Alice was smirking in that sardonic way of hers. "Some big kid you're turning out to be." Chapter 3 - The Rabbit Hole Deepens Johnny did his best to forget about his wet diaper, trying harder and harder to focus on things, but he couldn't really get it out of his mind. He didn't want to be treated like a baby, but Alice had changed her tune and assured him that one accident wasn't going to doom him to a year of babying. In fact, it was pretty normal for kids to pee their pants: like she said, potty training was hard. That being said, a few facets of wisdom passed on from her, now that he'd learned 'the hard way' that he wasn't playing a game, and that he understood the situation. Imagine That was basically a giant playground: the adults (affectionately called mommies and daddies) had basically supreme authority over the little ones (people like himself and Alice). They weren't unfair, typically, but they had a very parent-child relationship, by design: the adults would indeed care for their little ones, but little ones conversely had to obey their rules, which generally involved trying to 'grow up' slowly and surely. Supposedly, should one manage to grow up all the way, they could become an adult and carry on as one if they so chose. Johnny wasn't sure if that's what he wanted, but for the time being it gave him a goal to work towards. In Imagine That, 'potty training' did have a definitive structure, though all parents were allowed to teach it in different ways. At its core, there was usually a 'trial' phase where the parent would test a little one to see how adept they were at not peeing their pants: according to Alice, Johnny had done very well - some adults used this training to guestimate where their little one was, while others used it to demonstrate why a little one needed to be in a specific place. Most went with this metric, and given the unpreparedness it was no surprise that Johnny had failed thus far. That was by design, but he needed to step up his game from here - everything after this was playing for real. His mommy, Julia, was well known for being gentle and kind, and was very protective of her little ones - however, she also had very, very high standards, and her potty training was difficult. Conversely, Debbie's wasn't very structured, so while easy it was also difficult to progress, as the lines were hard to see for what to pass and what not to. According to her, Lily was content at the stage she was in, and probably wouldn't get much farther. Alice, however, wanted to become an mommy here herself, so she was planning on going all the way. She was making good progress, but admitted that it was extremely tough, and that she'd been hard on Johnny to get him used to it: he needed to shake off whatever past conceptions he had and focus on what he was inside Imagine That. Additionally, there was also a 'roulette' that would take place and change the rules of potty training from time to time: these were kept hidden from little ones, but it never varied too awful much. Changes were minor, such as the timeframe between accidents, how many could be allowed, what the punishments were recommended to be, and so on. Not all adults adhered to this, but certain numbers had been figured out and passed on from little one to little one. A given day had at least two 'potty times' (or changing times, in certain cases) available minimum, usually one after waking up and one before bed (usually reserved for a little one relegated to diapers), though most ran an even number between four and twelve hours between these. Some mommies, like Julia, tended to use events as metrics instead, but it wasn't a guarantee. As for punishments, depending on what a little one wore, they could have a certain number of accidents. With undies (underwear as a term wasn't used, Johnny soon found out) any accident was considered a failure, pull-ups or padded panties typically allowed for one or even two accidents if the wearer was on good behavior (no leaking was allowed), and diapers were typically considered a success if there was no leaking. If you leaked consistently while in diapers, you went down to 'baby' status, and had basically all rights completely restricted for a time. Currently, Johnny was probably going to exist in the 'toddler' phase, where he'd have to wear diapers, but continuous good behavior and staying dry for long enough would elevate him up to pull-ups, like Alice. As they talked, Johnny felt a growing urge to go number two, but tried to keep it out of his mind while Alice talked, on and on. It took quite some time, but it began to really nag at his mind, so he was happy when she finally ended that day's lesson and they went back to playing. She went down the slide first, but as he approached he decided he'd had enough desperation, squatting down on his haunches. He grunted, pushing hard as he squeezed his eyes shut. He felt a warm mess slowly push into his diaper as it sagged. When he was finally done, he stood up and felt it lump under his backside. His cheeks flushed as he suddenly realized that he'd messed his pants for the first time in countless years. No...I didn't poop my pants. I pooped my diaper. It was hard to admit, but he decided to embrace the strange world he now lived in. Alice had returned up by this point. "Why didn't you go down yet?" she asked. Not receiving a response, she walked up and tapped him on the shoulder, audibly sniffing once or twice before a mischievous grin crept up on her face. "Oh, that's why." She grabbed him by the hand, half-leading half-dragging him back the way they came. "Come on, stinky, let's get you changed." They passed Lily on her way up by this point, and Johnny felt a bit more shame, realizing that he was really no different from her at this point. If anything, she was doing better, as she hadn't messed herself yet. Here he was, on a playground, being lead by a girl probably younger than him towards his mommy because he'd pissed and shit his diaper. It was hard to conceive of, and yet here he was. His free hand grabbed his skirt again, trying to pull it down lower to hide his shame, but no amount of it felt right. "Miss Juliaaaa~" she sang out for all to hear. "Johnny made a stinky in his diaper!" Julia stood up and inspected his diaper, feeling around as if she had to make sure for some reason. "Thank you, Alice, you're such a big girl!" Julia slowly lead Johnny over to the stroller, pulling out the diaper bag and laying a changing mat down for him. "Alright, pottypants, lay down here so mommy can change your diaper." Alice's prophecy had come true: before you leave, your mommy's gonna have to change your diaper. Tears in his eyes once again, Julia placed his pacifier back in his mouth, which he gladly accepted - anything to distract him from this. He heard her unbutton his onesie and pull it up a bit, making room for his diaper. She undid the tapes one at a time, then unfolded it. The woman was an expert, Johnny had to admit that: she was unfazed, unconcerned, if anything she was enjoying herself. Taking a few wipes, she pulled the diaper out from under him a bit and wiped away, soft and gentle and cold. Pulling a new diaper out from the bag similar to the one he'd been wearing just recently, she slid it under his bottom before wrapping up the used diaper and setting it side. She pulled out the bottle of powder and liberally applied it before folding the diaper up on him, taping it snug as could be and snapping shut his onesie, pulling the skirt back down and voila, you couldn't even tell he'd gone. "There we go," she sighed, satisfied with her work. She took the used diaper, still reeking of his potty time and dumped it in a nearby trash can. "Much better." About this time, Debbie seemed to think that a walk would do them some good, so she loaded up Lily into her stroller while Julia did the same for Johnny, buckling him in. She tied his pacifier to a nearby strap in case it fell out of his mouth, and gave him a baby bottle with milk to drink. Given how hot the day had gotten, Johnny obliged, accepting the rubber nipple as delicious, sweet, cold milk flowed through. His stroller was pushed adjacent to Lily's as Alice, being the big girl she was, walked with the adults. It wasn't a long path, maybe only a mile or so in circumference, but they took a leisurely pace, oftentimes passing other strollers or little ones walking about with their respective mommies and, in some rare cases, daddies. While approaching the end of his bottle, Johnny felt the urge to pee suddenly sneak up on him. Presuming it was leftover from his previous accident, he decided 'screw it' and simply resigned himself to his fate. Strangely, now that he wanted to go, he couldn't seem to. It took a good deal of pushing and concentrating, finally forcing himself to spurt a few times before just taking a deep breath and simultaneously relaxing yet pushing. The trickle of warm pee returned, and he felt it soaking into his diaper. It was a different feeling, peeing while sitting down. If anything it should've felt more normal, but this time the warmth crept up his crotch and up the front of his diaper, due to positioning. It was quite a few seconds later he realized he was still peeing. Flustered, he resolved to let as much out as possible so it wouldn't happen again later. He was dimly aware of Lily nearby making some short exhalations like through her teeth. A few moments later, he began to smell what she was making a fuss about. "Mommy, Lily went poopoo," Alice held her nose as she skipped along. Always willing to get on the good side of the adults: lil' brat. "It's okay, dear," Debbie replied as they kept strolling. "I'll change her once we get back to the playground." Alice nodded, looking past Lily and noticing Johnny. Her eyes bugged out for a moment before settling into a grin. She used both hands to pat her crotch, then dropped behind out of sight. Johnny wasn't sure what this meant until a cold breeze was felt around his crotch and thighs. Looking down, he realized with horror that he'd leaked through his diaper and his onesie and skirt were now damp! As he shifted about in his stroller, he felt a bit of cold pee soak into his onesie from below, and realized he'd must have gone more than anticipated. He tried to think of something, how could he hide it? What could he do? He hoped he had milk to spill, but it was gone and he'd sealed it tight. He couldn't ask for juice, she'd see, but if he did nothing...no, there was nothing to do: Alice had seen what he'd done, she'd tattle on him in a heartbeat. Resigned to his fate, he set the empty bottle in its holder and felt his lip quiver. After an eternity, they'd finally returned, with Debbie stopping to pick up Lily like a baby on her hip, fiddling with her nose and cooing a bit while Julia came around the side of the stroller. She went to undo his crotch-straps belt buckling him in, but stopped when her hand came in contact with a cold dampness. "...Johnny, what happened?" "I was dri-" he hiccupped, feeling tears start to pour down his face uncontrollably as he began to sob, his words becoming a jumbled mess. "An I had to pee and I couldn't ho-oh-old it mommy I peed-" she slowly fit the pacifier into his mouth, stopping his attempt at justifying what he couldn't. "Goodness, it's okay honey: here, let's get you changed. She pulled him up and held him aloft in her chest, a marvel to her strength. She held him under his calves, his butt rested on her hands as she gently rocked him. He buried his face into her shoulder, drying his tears and hugging her tight against his continued shame. The sound of giggling caused him to look up, seeing Alice one her back rolling around with laughter at him. He noticed a damp spot on her pull-ups, and realized that she'd quite literally pissed herself laughing. Returning to nuzzle his face into his mommy's shoulder, he waited for his sobbing to subside. Then it was back to the changing mat for him, again. She undid his onesie again, but this time removed his skirt and then the onesie itself, stating she'd need a change of clothes. Retrieving an outfit that was somehow worse from the diaper bag, consisting of a low-cut t-shirt and a tinier skirt, she dried him off and start working on removing his pissy diaper, folding it over and wiping him off in much the same manner as before, applying powder and settling a new diaper to him. However, this time she pulled out what looks like a large pad and started setting it into the diaper. "Here, this will help make sure you don't leak again." "Hahahahaha," Alice giggle, wiping tears of joy from her eyes. "You literally can't even take normal diapers like Lily! Hahahahhahaha," she sat up taking a deep breath. "Those diapers are thicker and you need pads for them!" Debbie shot her a frown, and she backed off right away. Julia continued unabated, pulling the diaper around and taping it shut over Johnny. He could tell right away, this diaper was indeed much bigger and thicker, and the pad made it even more so. He had a much harder time closing his legs, feeling like he had a cardboard cutout keeping his legs spread. She set the t-shirt over his head and then helped hike up the skirt once he was standing. He didn't think it could be any more embarrassing, and yet this was somehow more revealing. He couldn't think of why until it suddenly clicked that it was easier to diaper check him now, with the bottom of his diaper sticking out from under the skirt so anyone at any time could see if it was wet or messy. There was literally no hiding it, even if he stood straight up and it extended as far as possible: if he bent over or sat down it'd show for all the world. In this state, any passerby could now call him out. Julia picked up the pieces of the traumatizing experience and went to go throw away the used diaper. Alice sidled up to him in the process. "Word to the wise - if you pee too fast, you'll leak. Gotta go slow, or make sure it gets to all the spaces." "Yeah, got it..." he mumbled. She frowned. "Ya gotta learn the hard way or you're never learn, Tinkle Trousers." She shrugged. "You're not some special new kid, you gotta earn your way up the ladder same as rest of us." Alice did pat him on the shoulder gently, an olive branch of reconciliation. "I'll see ya around, new kid." Giggling, she skipped off towards Debbie, whom was busied with attending to Lily's own diaper. Once Julia returned, she hugged Johnny. "Ready to go home, kiddo?" He nodded solemnly. "Alright, up you go." She helped him back into the stroller and strapped him in, willingly accepting his pacifier by this point as Lily waved, still on her back mid-change. Alice waved as well, sheepish but plotting. It was rather uneventful, otherwise: once back to the minivan, he was loaded into his booster seat, the diaper bag set nearby, the stroller folded up and they were on their way. When they arrived home, he hadn't been in the best of spirits. Julia had whipped up some chicken nuggets he'd crunched on, and she'd eaten some canned soup. The TV was on in the background, some kiddie cartoon he'd never heard of, but his mind was locked on his predicament. Potty training...little ones...it was a lot to take in for one day. He still felt the pad and diaper combination beneath him, reminding him every time he moved with its feel or a crinkling sound. It'd worn down a bit so he could walk more normally, but he still had to waddle around when moving. Julia had him play around with things, a rocking horse, blocks, babyish things that were of little interest to him. He asked some questions about potty training where appropriate, and learned some new things about his current situation: given the fact that he'd held out for as long as he did, he got plus marks on that front, but he'd also had a messing accident and then leaked afterwards. It basically canceled itself out and then lowered him some, and lent credence to the current notion that he was not potty trained, and currently still needed to wear diapers at his current state. She would keep him at this point until he showed sufficient ability to 'hold his pee like a big kid', and would be more-or-less at a 'toddler' point: he would be treated with some privileges, but would wear babyish clothes, move about in a stroller, a baby seat in the car, he'd be limited to diapers, and so on and so forth. If he was able to do sufficiently well, he could back up to diapers without pads, like he'd started with that day, then to lighter diapers and then to pull-ups. Once there, he'd have to avoid having leaks and then he'd be a big kid. After being a big kid successfully, he could become a daddy, and then he'd be basically free from there until his paid session was up next year. But it was a long journey: first things first, he needed to get things in order here. Julia was so far pleased as punch with having him, and he couldn't find it in himself to be upset with how his first day in Imagine That had gone. Well, aside from the obvious, but if that was just to show him the cost of failure, then he could succeed. As he drifted off to sleep in his crib, in his nursery, in his footed-onesie pajamas, the feeling of a soft, dry diaper hugging his butt, the soft embrace of a plastic pacifier in his mouth, Johnny was content.
  24. I'll get this started with a promising prompt from the main thread that nobody took up.
  25. *NOTES: Hello everybody! I just want to start off by saying that this is my first try at writing any form of a fictional story. The original inspiration for the setting is basically a hogwarts like magic school. So there might end up being some similarities later down the road. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy the first part and I would LOVE to hear suggestions. What could I do better when it comes to writing? Am I writing too much? Not enough? I hope to improve over time and need feedback in order to do so. Thank you!* The morning bell rang all throughout the campus as new and returning students alike gave their parents one last hug goodbye before they would make their way to the dorms that they would be living in for the next school year. Parent’s eyes would begin to fill with tears as they watched their children walk through the magical universities' large stone and metal gates. The sounds of large backpacks ruffling, students chatting, footsteps stomping on stone paths, and even the unfortunate sounds of glass shattering as students would drop their potion sets after carrying more than they could handle in one trip would fill the air all within the stone walls of the large campus. Most of the students at this institute for the magically gifted were of college age, ranging from 18 to 22 years old. Hina was on the younger side as she was an incoming freshman at 18 years old. As Hina walked across campus she desperately looked for her dorm building. “Goldeer, no… Dragoon, no… Grayscale, no… Exaltier, no…” With her arms full of many different school supplies and a sack full of dorm room decorations tied around her back, Hina had finally noticed a sign over the front door of one of the dorm buildings. “Ah! There it is.” Hina said to herself. “Dorm Eaglen.” She quickly dodged the bustling crowd of other students as she made her way towards the building’s front door. As she arrived at the door, she noticed that it didn't have a handle on it, though to Hina, this was nothing odd. Thanks to magic, special security systems were created, allowing the door to automatically open only to those who happen to be verified in the system. Since Hina was registered to live in the building, it opened as she took another step closer. As she entered the building, the door also automatically closed behind her. The noise of the bustling crowd from outside quickly faded away as she was finally able to catch her breath once inside. Though, not much later, Hina heard a voice to her right. She quickly turned her head and saw another girl who couldn't have been much older than her. This girl had bright green eyes, silky blonde hair, and an overall sparkling and bubbly look to her. “Oh, hello! You must be Hina. Hina Aurora, if i'm not mistaken?” The blonde girl said. Hina, hesitant to respond at first, spoke up after taking a deep breath in. “Y- Yes. that's me.” She practically forced a smile as she raised her eyebrows, waiting for the blonde girl to respond back. “Perfect! I was waiting for you. You're the last to arrive here, I am meant to show you to your room!” Hina looked a bit confused as she wasn't expecting a guide. “I’m sorry, who are you again?” The blonde girl suddenly blushed a bit red as she started to stumble on her words. “Ah- I apologize, silly me, where are my manners. My name is Ellie. I am the RA here in the Eaglen building.” Ellie said. Hina began to feel a bit embarrassed as she just raised her voice to her superior. “Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, I had no clue you were waiting here for me. I apologize for being late since I am the last to arrive.” Ellie began to walk down a hallway and lead Hina up a flight of stairs. “That's alright! We always have a few late students, it's nothing I wasn't ready for.” The two girls walked together down the hallway of the third, and top floor of the building. As they walked though, Hina began to feel pressure quickly build up in her bladder. She started to realize that the final bottle of water that she drank before saying goodbye to her parents had finally caught up to her. With this feeling of desperation in the back of her mind, all Hina could think about was what was packed up inside of her bag. While it seemed like a normal bag on the outside, thanks to magic created by her parents, the bag was able to carry a lot more than what would seem possible. Think of it like Mary Poppins magic bag. Though, it was what was buried deep inside of that bag that worried Hina. As a kid growing up, Hina excelled in many things. Sports, magic, reading and writing were all her strong suits. One thing that she was never able to overcome though was, to put it bluntly, potty training. All throughout her early childhood and into her teenage years, Hina struggled when it came to holding in her bladder. This was especially prevalent during the nighttime while she was asleep. While it has gotten better over the years, Hina still has accidents from time to time. And in order to combat this problem, her parents started to put her in what she likes to simply call “protection.” Now 18 years old, Hina uses many different forms of protection in order to keep herself dry, ranging from light pull-ups to heavy duty adult diapers. Wearing this padded protection has almost become second nature to Hina, even though she can still be visibly embarrassed about it. Wanting to make sure none of her fellow students found out about her little secret, she made sure to stuff her “protection supplies” deep down in her bag. Hina and Ellie eventually made it to Hina’s dorm room. “Thank god!” Hina thought to herself. Every step that they took brought her closer to having a full fledged accident right in front of her RA that she just met. “Here we are, room 322.” Ellie said as she unlocked the door for Hina. Ellie looked into the room and made a quick frown before looking back at Hina. “It seems like your roommate isn't here right now… Anyway, I'll leave you to the room and let you unpack and all of that jazz.” “Thank you.” Hina said as she then watched Ellie make her way back towards the door leading to the flight of stairs. Once Ellie was far enough away, Hina quickly dashed into her room and locked the door behind her. “Oh god oh god oh god-” Hina spoke out loud to herself as she was now on the verge of leaking. She would cross her legs together tightly as she struggled to open her bag. Leaned up against her bed, Hina ruffled through what felt like her never ending bag. “No time to find the bathroom, I need one of these now!” As she struggled to find a fresh diaper from her magic bag, Hina began to lose control. She felt a few dribbles of pee leak out and dampen her panties underneath her skirt. After struggling for a little while longer, she finally pulled out one of her heavy duty adult diapers. “Probably a waste using this, but that's all I could find.” She said to herself as she proceeded to remove her panties, now with a visible wet patch on them. Thankfully, she was wearing the school’s uniform skirt, allowing her to easily put the diaper on. After tightening the tapes around her waist, she lifted her skirt up in order to make sure the diaper was tightly secured on her. A sigh of relief left Hina’s mouth as she was able to put her protection on just in time. Not long after, Hina felt a familiar feeling fill around her private parts. Paired with the hissing sound that started to fill the dorm room, Hina began to soak her diaper. She placed a hand on the front of her padding as it began to warm up. Hina would also look down and notice the bright white diaper quickly turn into a familiar yellowish color. “Wow- I really must have drank a lot…” She said out loud to herself as she continued to fill the diaper. Though, halfway through relieving herself, Hina heard the last thing she wanted to hear at a time like this. Coming from the door to the dorm room, she heard the creaking sound of the door slowly opening.
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