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View File Mommy Dom Caught Diapered By Sissy POV Your Mommy tries on one of your diapers but is surprised when you get home early. As punishment she makes you wear her wet diaper. Submitter WhoWetMyPants Submitted 02/16/2023 Category Female  

This is my first work as well as my first post on this forum. It's the tale of a young man who gets abducted and indoctrinated by a diaper obsessed cult. I'm posting up the first 2 chapters together because the first chapter contains no fetish content. The following chapters will contain lots of messing and other pervy diaper stuff if you're into that! This story contains our protagonist getting drugged and abducted as well as the aforementioned cult and a lot of non consensual stuff, so please consider this a trigger warning. I truly hope you enjoy! Chapter 1 The club was alive. Music blasted from the speakers as the people gathered on the dance floor. Moving,gyrating and swaying in a delightful orgy of sound and sensation. The lights were low, smoke snaked in from below as lasers cut through the dense air as the people in-between mingled in a soiree of sweat and sensuality. Away from all of this. Ash sat at the bar, isolated from the delights of the flesh being experienced mere metres away. This was his usual routine; Every weekend Ash would be in attendance, not for the drinking, nor for the music and most certainly not for the dancing. No,not for much fun at all. There was just one reason Ash would attend a place he loathed such as this one. Women The advice he was given by his (internet) friends was such: “Go to clubs and meet women there with any luck, you’ll hit it off with a girl and maybe even get lucky”. Such luck had eluded Ash, and had been for some time now, to the dismay of Ash. Dismay that was rapidly approaching despair. Ash checked the time on his phone and wondered if he would have any real free time before bed that night, because this seemed like as much work as his actual job. He looked around the sparse bar to spot any potential marks like a rodent sniffing for forgotten and discarded scraps of food. To his absolute lack of surprise, no one caught his eye, anyone that Ash considered worth his effort were already partnered up or out on the dance floor; Which to Ash,may as well have been an irradiated exclusion zone. In his eyes, Ash lacked the dance skills nor the looks to be accepted as anyone more than a solitary loser up there. Pulling the strings of this theatre of self pity was his own crippling lack of confidence. A cruel and sneering master that had enslaved Ash for time now beyond memory. Ash himself was not particularly bad looking.He clocked a modest height of about 5’11, His slim and toned body portrayed some amount of discipline in physical fitness (not for his own sake, more in the hopes of attracting a partner) his facial features were soft and almost feminine. Exacerbating this apparent femininity was his charcoal black hair that fell to his shoulders. His friends often joked that he should just give up and become a woman himself. “If you can't beat ‘em ‘join em” they smirked and chided. Cackling even more when Ash fell for their taunts like a dumb woodland animal stepping right into a poacher’s snare. Ash would be lying if he said that thought hadn’t crossed his mind in earnest at least once or twice. The issue was that any and all good looks were wasted on a person so out of love with themselves. The culprits to this crime had to have been the lack of love and affection Ash needed in his childhood, Ash reasoned.That and his own shyness of course. “Mommy issues” had been a common issue and running joke among Ash’s smattering of online buddies, many of which were in the same boat as him; Some had already fallen overboard into the comically uncaring waters below and seemingly none had reached dry land. Ash sucked down the rest of his gin and tonic as he silently resigned himself to another night of viewing digital girls through the portal of his computer screen,snatching up hollow digital pleasure all the while. Just as he decided to leave his perch, he spied an intriguing sight. An absolutely stunning woman just across the bar. This woman was mature and experienced in all the ways Ash was not, and it was clear at just a glance. Her delicate poise and sculpted face portrayed an erotic elegance. This revelation struck Ash like lightning, but like lightning it faded in an instant. “Out of my league” Ash reassured himself,somehow thinking it would stop the pain of preemptive rejection like a magic bullet. It didn’t. Ash was about to make his escape when the eyes of this enticing stranger met his own ogling stare. Ash, in this moment, thought about how nice it would be to simply stop existing. It was at this point that the unthinkable happened and the woman started stalking towards Ash, making him feel like prey, and easy prey at that. As the beguiling woman drew closer, Ash started to feel the tell tale signs of his performance anxiety drawing closer simultaneously. His heart pounded at his chest, practically feeling as if it were trying to escape his body. As his lips became more dry, the rest of his body became more glistened with sweat. He truly hoped this woman hadn’t already noticed this apocalyptic display of anxiety that was currently gripping Ash and squeezing him ever more tight with each passing second and each inch being closed between the approaching woman and Ash. Just as he prepared for his thundering heart to launch out his chest and beeline directly towards the woman like some grotesque biological defence mechanism, she was already standing before him. Without delay she cut through the tension with her keenly sharp tongue. “Good evening sweetheart, are you enjoying your night?” At this point she had not even sat down, forcing Ash to crane his neck up to meet her gaze. The imbalance of power was already plain to see; with Ash still in a seated position,this woman towered over him, herself looking down on him in the way someone would address a child or pet. Furthering this clear chasm in social standing was the fact that Ash could now examine this woman up close. Her hair was black like his own,the difference between them though, was that this woman’s hair was beautifully kept, it glistened and shimmered even in the dimness of their surroundings, it fell from her scalp in beautiful waves that swayed and danced with each subtle movement of her head. The shade was darker too. An enigmatic black that seemed to hungrily absorb all the light that surrounded it like a endless void, gently lightening and finally ending in ashen grey tips. Her keen eyes conveyed a mesmerising mixture of kindness and affection but also a sharp intellect and finally an air of raw predatory danger. Ash believed eyes like hers could see through any shabby facade he would be able to construct. Her eyeliner formed sharp wings that made her look like a revered pharaoh and the ruby red lipstick on her poised lips made it look like she was ready to devour Ash at any given moment. Above all of this, above her botticellian picture of beauty was her scent. Her enticing, intoxicating scent. It radiated from her body and slipped into Ash’s nostrils like a silent intruder, the scent itself was an indescribable aroma of both sweet and savoury, a lingering nose that was almost addictive in the pleasure it provided in whoever it was bewitching. As it silently streaked through ash’s senses. It almost seemed to make the basic function of thinking more laborious for Ash. The aroma seemed to slip betweens Ash’s neurons and axons, holding up signals and making just thinking basic thoughts an uphill struggle for Ash’s already hampered brain. A sickly sweet but ever so pleasurable mist had seeped into Ash’s mind like a potent neurotoxin taking the form of a deliciously dangerous drug. Ash had now realised the time since her question was ticking away and Ash had not even begun to think of a cogent response, even for such a trivially basic question. “Uh… yeah” the words lazily tumbled out his mouth like vomit, and was about as much value. “My name is Ash.” he continued, not managing to stem the flow and sounding like a preschooler introducing himself on the first day in the process. “Um… and you?” he finally ceased. The woman looked at him quizzically for a moment before a devious grin spread across her face like a wildfire spreading through a field of dry grass. She took a moment to sit down on the stool adjacent to Ash. a slight crinkling noise emerged from her at his point. A noise Ash had dismissed as a hallucination being produced by his now fevered brain. “Astrid” she simply uttered before reaching out her hand towards Ash in a gesture of peace, frowning slightly as Ash didn’t return the favour. Clearly the prospect of making skin contact with this woman was enough to cause a short circuit in his brain, which at this point was nearing catastrophic collapse. Ash, now scrambling inside his head to manage a response that was at all relevant, came out swinging. “Oh cool… So what brings you to this place?” He tried his best. The woman was now unable to contain her giggles as she reposed: “Oh that’s easy. I just love preying on young, vulnerable men such as yourself!” She grinned. The adrenaline response now started to well up within Ash’s body after hearing that last terror inducing remark. Ash would, of course, be picking flight in this situation. Just before Ash could manage a dash for the nearest door, window, security guard or parental figure; Astrid’s grin broke loose into bemused laughter. “You should see your face right now, idiot!” she cackled, wiping away a tear. Ash truly didn’t appreciate the cruel trick he had just fallen victim to, even if he did feel a modicum of pride at making a beautiful woman laugh, however indirectly. “I’m just here on a night out with some friends.” Astrid explained, gesturing towards a heaving swarm of people. “And I thought I would come speak to this cutie I spotted from across the bar.” This last remark made Ash awash with warm, fuzzy feelings, washing away the heart gripping fear that he was feeling mere moments before. “What are you drinking, my sweet?” Astrid asked gently, as if she was posing the question to a toddler. “Oh… gin and tonic.” Ash quietly responded, sounding ashamed of his answer. Once again, Astrid giggled. “And here I was thinking you just looked like a girly boy!” The shame burrowed deeper into Ash’s psyche like a parasitic wasp. Astrid gestured to the bartender. “Two gin and tonics please!” From her voice, it sounded like Astrid was used to giving orders. The drinks were delivered to Astrid and her quivering companion and a cheers was shared between the two. Astrid put down her drink and shepherded Ash’s attention off his own and onto the crowd of dancing party goers. “So why aren’t you up there enjoying yourself with everyone else?”She asked, pointedly. “Oh, I guess I’m not very good at dancing. Why aren’t you either?” Ash deflected. Astrid ignored his probing, seeming slightly perturbed. “Most of the people up there aren’t very good dancers either. Are you sure you aren’t just too afraid, sweetheart?” Astrid's words cut right into the core of Ash’s ego; leaving him, and it, completely deflated. Ash didn’t know what to say back to such a cutting remark, falling back into his comfortable habit of stammering before looking down at his drink. Astrid looked directly into Ash’s crestfallen eyes before taking a large swig of her own drink. Ash’s subconscious demanded that he keep pace, forcing him to obey and take a similarly large gulp.It was at this point that Ash’s recollection of the night became a haze of deteriorated memories. Memories still fresh but seeming like cobbled and half remembered recollections from decades passed. Distinct flashes surfaced such as leaving the bar, being ushered into a car and falling into a deep, restful slumber. Ash was headed somewhere. Chapter 2 Ash drifted out of his sweet coma and into the unkind reality that awaited him in the waking world. He tried to stretch his limbs but realised very quickly that it was an impossibility. This was the first of his realisations in this moment of discovery. Shortly after was the realisation that, like in the bar he was seated, but very unlike his time in the bar, was that his arms, legs and wrists were bound with black leather fastenings. His next realisation was that, bar his lucky underwear, he was completely naked. This was concerning for reasons that need not be explored deeply. And his final realisation was that Astrid was standing before him, donning her now trademark grin, now carrying a more malicious aura even though her eyes still portrayed a caring,calming gaze. After these realisations, each more daunting than the last, ceased crashing against Ash’s mind like roaring ocean waves battering a low lying coastal village, he started examining his surroundings more closely. First he checked his now naked body. The advantage of being naked is the ease of checking for any hastily stitched surgery scars. Looking up and down his goose bump marked form, he couldn't find any; It seemed like organ harvesting wasn’t on the agenda. Yet. He next began to examine the room in which he unwillingly found himself. It seems surprisingly clean and almost ornate for what could very well be a murder dungeon. The floors were lined neatly with white stone tiles, while the walls were painted in a pleasing neutral blue, intercut with white stripes. Despite the harrowing situation he now found himself in, Ash felt the calming influence of the room slightly soothe him. This seemed like the intention of the design now making itself known. The room was sparse, a few potted plants added to the atmosphere, but the only furniture apart from Ash’s throne of confinement was a sink and countertop. On the countertop were several bottles, looking to be toiletries but Ash could not be sure at this distance. Ash, now not seeing another option, decided to follow his first instinct. Scream. “HELP! OH GOD SOMEBODY HELP ME PLEASE!” he cried, becoming red in the face as he simultaneously yelped and tried to wriggle out his bindings. The bonds proved far too . tight to be loosened by Ash’s petty struggling. He continued to cry out to anyone that may hear him, at first coherently and soon incoherently. Tears streamed down his bright red face as his voice quivered and soon gave in to silence. He looked up, pitifully at Astrid. Her gaze now met his and was overflowing with gleeful malice. “I hope you’re finished with your little tantrum, sweetheart” she smirked before continuing. “Because I can assure you that absolutely no help is coming, little one.” This matter of fact truthfulness along with the pure condescension of her tone send shockwaves of fear and helplessness through Ash’s quaking body. Tears streamed down his face as his defiant cries became whimpering sobs on the turn of a dime. At this point, all this stress and fear had proven too much for Ash’s body to handle. A dreadful blend of the helpless terror he was experiencing, an excess of drink the night before and Astrid’s torment caused the poor boy’s bladder muscles to relapse completely. A hot and fast flowing stream of urine forced its way out of Ash’s penis and into the fabric of his, now unlucky, underwear. Of course the fabric could hold very little of the shameful piss still flowing from Ash as it began to completely soak, first at the front but soon trickling downwards into the waiting leather of the char. The waterproof leather rejected the pee and a puddle formed around Ash’s ass, soaking the seat of his very unlucky underwear. Once the humiliating puddle had reached maximum capacity within the indentation made by Ash’s ass against the chair, it broke its banks, as all overflowing rivers do. The still warm pee ran down the legs. Not just the legs of the chair, but the legs of Ash. The urine ran down his thighs and down his legs, forming another puddle at his feet, now frozen stiff so as to not splash around in his own shameful piss puddle. As his flow mercifully tapered off, the rapidly cooling piss flowed through the seams of the floor tiles and met the also bare feet of astrid, she didn’t make an attempt to move from it’s trajectory. Ash’s eyes moved from her feet, up her voluptuous legs and stooped at her chest, he couldn't bear to meet her eyes after such an infantile display. He finally raised his view to her face, he expected a piercing look of disgust,or perhaps another fit of mocking laughter but received something entirely different. Astrid's eyes were once again signalling absolute kindness and even a glimmer of pride and a genuine smile held steadfast on her face. A smile of angelic serenity. She softly spoke: “That’s right my sweet boy, let it all out for me.” she spoke in a calm half-whisper as if she were a mother soothing her baby. Ash was deeply confused, in his childhood, a potty training infraction such as this one would result in a rough spanking, but Astrid conveyed no anger, just empathy. Ash still felt deeply fearful about his predicament but the soothing serenity of Astrid was calming his nerves. Upon closer examination, Astrid was no longer wearing the elegant black slit dress that she donned the previous night, now wearing a black pinafore dress with a loose flowing skirt over a simple white shirt. What was truly surprising was what Astrid was wearing underneath her dress. The skirt was cut low enough to see her bulky, fluffy diaper peeking out from underneath, it showed some signs of usage, some the flower designs on the front had faded slightly, the padding here looking markedly more soggy and yellow than the rest. Ash was now truly confused. Who was Astrid, really? And what kind of place had he been brought to? The bewilderment on Ash’s face was now plain to see, Astrid took the initiative and began to explain herself. “I bet you’re wondering just where you are right now” she began. And I bet you’re wondering even more about my diapers!” she continued. Ash, in a state of shock too great to even speak, simply nodded. “Let me explain. We all exist here within this community away from the judgemental eye of larger society and we live happily in accordance with the wishes of the matriarch.” she explained, carefully to Ash. It was a way of speaking slowly and carefully enough to make Ash suspect his intelligence was being insulted on purpose. Even with such an explanation, it was hard for Ash to make sense of it. He spoke truthfully about the thought that had first crossed his mind. “Like a cult?” he inquired, his voice quivering all the while as he had no idea as to what kind of reaction this may have provoked. “What a horrible word to describe our ideals.” Astrid scornfully replied. Just hearing the word was enough to make her grimace in disgust. “We simply wish to live a life here that is free from judgement and rich with long lasting peace. In a way that is pleasing to our matriarch.” She clarified. “And who’s the matriarch?” Ash asked, almost afraid to hear the answer, as their very title inspired a feeling of dread deep within him. “You will meet her yourself when she decides you are worth being blessed with her presence. For now, she has assigned me as your mommy, and I will ensure her wishes are granted” Astrid ominously intoned. A look of pure serenity now on her face as her thoughts were set on this ‘matriarch’. Ash would have psychically taken aback by Astrid’s declaration, if not for the bonds still locking him into place. “M… my mommy?” Ash just barely choked out, his heart beat whipping into a frenzied drum beat once more. “That’s right, little one! From now on, I’ll be looking after you while you find your place in our happy little community.” Astrid beamed with joy at Ash, clearly ecstatic to begin her work as Ash’s caretaker. “I’ll be keeping a watchful eye on you at all times, so be on your best behaviour and always listen to what your mommy says and you’ll be so happy with us!” The deep wrongness of her words juxtaposed with the great joy in the way she spoke them. Ash had never been more fearful in his entire existence. If Astrid meant what she said and what she spoke of was true… Then there may have been no way out for Ash at all. One last question departed Ash’s lips: “And the diapers?” “A symbol of our Matriarch's divine will, we all use them as required by her… And very soon, you will too.” Briefly. Ash’s flurrying heart stopped still.

Hi! This is the first time I've actually posted anything on the Omo forums. I've been a part of the DIscord community for a while now, but I wanted to share this story in a more permanent place. I was fortunate enough to meet another ABDL mommy through Tinder about a year and a half ago and we hit it off right away. She was looking for a baby boy to completely regress and call her own, and I happily obliged. We've met several times in person and she is totally into (she gets aroused by it) me wetting and messing diapers. I met with her for the first time in 9 months yesterday, and I had a really fun experience I'd like to share! Enjoy! 🙂 So my mommy, who I'll just refer to as mommy, has a suuuuper attractive (and very open-minded) sister-in-law (SIL) who was also there and the SIL knew about the situation. So my mommy and I are already super comfortable with wearing and using diapers since my mommy uses them too. It ended up being my mommy and her SIL in her room and I got to explain what my fetish was about right in front of them while holding a diaper in my hand that I was about to wear. Although it was kinda sexual for me, I didn't want to make anyone uncomfortable, and I appreciated the SIL's words and she even asked questions about it! It made me so happy that I just felt like I had to share it here. I also ended up wetting and messing my diaper right in front of them and without me saying anything, I heard my mommy tell her SIL that I (verbatim) "went to the bathroom in my pants." Whew, what a rush. The SIL was super okay with it too! She went and got me a plastic bag to put the diaper in and comforted me after my mommy changed me. Mommy dressed me up in one of her onesies and let me use one of her pacis, so the SIL got to see me in full on regression mode and she was totally cool and even interested in it. This is a true story, and I am very very excited to share more of these as my relationship with my mommy gets stronger. It's also worth mentioning that the SIL knew 100% what was going on; I didn't do any of this in secret. The SIL had been actively asking about me coming over for a while (since my mommy told her about me with my permission) so I knew that she was actually excited about it and not just "okay" with it. A few minutes before I was about to leave, the SIL literally told me that she wanted to change me eventually and my mommy was okay with that too! I hope you all enjoyed hearing about this! Stay tuned for more!