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Audiobook available at chapter end. ______________________________ Revenge There was nothing quite as sweet as revenge. To seek retribution and regain a sense of power and control. Jungkook was out to seek that power and control. Whether Jimin liked it or not .He was getting his retribution. To say he was simply going to humiliate Jimin would be an understatement. Jungkook was intent on thoroughly degrading Jimin, reducing him to a state of helplessness. If Jimin insisted on acting like a baby, Jungkook would ensure he experienced the full extent of his immaturity. The door slammed shut, the sound reverberating through the room as the members returned home after a particularly tense meeting. Jimin and Jungkook clashed fiercely during the discussion. The weight of their disagreement still hung heavy in the air. Everyone knew that Jungkook and Jimin didn't exactly see eye to eye. It was no secret that the two had their fair share of fights. As they entered their shared living space, the tension between Jimin and Jungkook was palpable. The atmosphere crackled with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. The rest of the members wisely scattered, giving them space to sort out their issues. In the dimly lit room, Jungkook paced back and forth. Usually he wouldn't let his frustrations boil over.However, today was different. Today,Jungkook’s had enough. "I can't believe you!" Jungkook’s tone cut through the air like a knife. Firm and Unapologetic. His frustration was evident. “You don't speak for me! Ever! Especially when it has nothing to do with you!” Jimin’s eyes widened, his pulse quickening with apprehension. He really didn't mean to upset Jungkook. “I was just trying to help, you said it yourself, you don’t even have a song ready.” Something inside Jungkook snapped at that remark. “Come Here” Those words left his lips sharply as he pulled a small object out of his pocket. “Open your mouth for me.” Jimin obeyed once again, although slightly confused. Bringing the pacifier to his lips, Jungkook gently inserted the soft nipple into Jimin’s mouth. The sensation of the rubber against his tongue and palate brought a surprising sense of familiarity. However, as he began to realize what the object was, he wanted nothing more than to expel it. Jungkook pressed harder, keeping the pacifier in Jimin’s mouth. “Don’t you dare.” His palm hovered over Jimin’s ass in warning. “Suck.” He pressed it harder to his lips. Seeing no other option, Jungkook watched as Jimin sucked shamefully on the pacifier. Looking Humiliated at his own actions. Jungkook's eyes focused on Jimin's lips, and their movements as he sucked on the pacifier. His pouty luscious lips looked almost too good being wrapped around something. Jungkook found himself drawn to that. The way Jimin's lips gently enveloped the pacifier, the rhythmic motion of his sucking was starting to make his pants tight. He noticed how Jimin's expression transformed, from one of disgust, to a sense of curiosity. “Good boy.” A blush rose on Jimins cheeks at the praise. A soft gasp escaping passed the pacifier. Jungkook chuckled, moving his hand to pull the pacifier out. It exited Jimin’s mouth with a satisfying pop. A hot moan spilled from his lips along with a string of drool that clung from his lips to the pacifier nipple. “Your drooling baby. You like it, that much?” Jimin’s eyes widened as he tried to pulled away from Jungkook. Jungkook simply grabbed his hips and pulled him down in his lap. Jungkook smiled at him, ignoring the hard on he felt Jimin sporting.Their faces inches apart. “Are you sensitive here?” He lightly pressed his thumb to jimins lips, asking for entrance. After breaching his lips, Jimin squeezed his eyes shut, as he let the maknae play with his tongue. He let the digit explore his mouth while he swirled the tip of his tongue around the nail. The blondes back arched sinfully as drool began to trail down Jungkook’s thumb to his wrist. A hot blush made its way on jimin cheeks before he whined. The sound that left him was sultry and vulnerable making Jungkooks mouth run dry. This wasn’t part of the plan. He was letting himself get carried away. “Ahhh haaaah” ‘Too far.’ Jungkook didn’t think he was going to have a problem with controlling himself, but it seemed like playing with Jimin like this was a dangerous game. Jungkook shortly realized this was going to be more challenging then he thought. ‘This was bad’ Slowly Jungkook pulled his thumb out of Jimins mouth. He dragged it along his bottom lip to his chin, leaving a trail of spit. “Unlike you, I'm not some weirdo who is actually enjoying this!” “Oh you will, sweetheart. However, today your having your first training. I can't have u spitting out your pacifier all day” Jimin frowned at the prospect of having to suck on that thing all day. And he didn't understand why Jungkook wanted him to in the first place. ‘Such a weirdo.’ Once again Jimin felt the pressure on his lips as the dummy was pushed to his mouth. “Open up” Jungkook taunted slightly, getting way too much enjoyment out of humiliating him. Jimin’s lips were breached as smooth silicone came in contact with his tongue again. He whimpered softly in protest, a frown setting on his brow. “Don't start fussing now, Jimin. Daddy really doesn't want to have to spank you.” Jimin narrowed his eyes. He turned his face away and spit it out harshly. “Fuck. You. How old do you think I am?!” The venom in his voice didn’t faze Jungkook as he stared him down. “Go get it, now” “No” Jungkook, driven by frustration , laid jimin across him lap. He used one of his hand to pin both Jimin’s wrist behind his back, effectively trapping him in place. The swift motion startled Jimin, causing him to genuinely look scared for a second. Something inside Jungkook stirred. “If you want me to let you go. You have to do one thing for me.” Taken aback by the sudden change in tone, Jimin hesitated to respond. “And that is?” “Call me daddy.” Jimin almost laughed. “I am not calling you that.” “Not only are you going to but You’re also going to apologize to daddy for what you did.” Jimin began to struggle against his pinned wrist with no avail. It's then he realized the maknae was a lot stronger than him. “Jungkook, let me go” The plea fell on deaf ears. Jungkook leaned over slightly, bringing his mouth to Jimin’s ear. His warm breath brushed against Jimin’s ear and the sensitive skin around it. A shiver raked through his small frame crawling down his spine. “Be a good boy and do as you’re told.” The blond swallowed hard. Why was jungkook talking to him like that? And why was he letting it affect him? “Fine Jimin, have it your way” The blonde is dragged over to a chair. He watches as jungkook takes a seat before he’s tossed over his lap, laying flat on his stomach “What are you doing?!” “Teaching you a lesson.” Jungkook pulled down Jimins pants, slightly exposing his creamy white ass. The prospect of giving those creamy globes a pink blush made Jungkook elated. That's when jimin felt it. Jungkook’s hand came down cracking down on ass. His cheeks jiggled shamelessly at the force, followed by a loud cry. “Jungk-” Another controlled striked was delivered to his ass with less mercy than the first. Causing him to cut off his words. “Ahh!” Jimin struggled against Jungkook but the man kept him secure against his lap. “Say it” Jimin felt tears spring in his eyes as the assault on his bottom continued. His breathing became irregular as he tried to contain his emotions.HIs small gasps turned to hics as his bottom grew sensitive with each blow. His face flushed out of embarrassment. He didn’t want to let himself cry over a spanking, from the youngest no less. “Say it” As the first tear rolled down his face the dam broke along with his pride as his face turned into a grimaces. Soft sobs began to spill from his lips with each passing moment, Jimin’s crying intensified. His tears flowed freely down his cheeks, creating glistening trails on his skin. “Say it baby boy” Jimin wanted to stand his ground, to maintain his position of authority, but the intensity of the situation made him doubt himself. He was starting to feel trapped in this helpless situation. "I-I..." Jimin stammered, his voice shaky. Seeing there was no other way. Tears streamed down his face, his voice quivered with a mix of anger and humiliation . "Im sorry, Daddy" He finally whispered, surrendering to the overwhelming emotions and acknowledging his helplessness. Jungkook's hand immediately stopped as Jimin let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding. Jungkooks anger gave way to a mixture of conflicting emotions. He grabbed Jimin’s chin and observed his face. He saw Jimin's tear stained cheeks and teary eyes full of vulnerability. While a part of him felt a sense of remorse, another part of him felt an unsettling mixture of lust and confusion. It was a confusing and turbulent moment for both of them. “You really are, just a baby.” Jungkook picked up the pacifier and put it to the blondes mouth to sooth him. Jimin looked at him incredibly. “Are you serious?” “It’ll help. Just trust me.” Jimin gave in. Finding himself more fed up with the fighting. Reluctantly he opened his mouth as the nipple was pushed past his lips without a second thought. Immediately he began sucking it, feeling way too self conscious Jimin found it difficult to find a rhythm. Slowly as he began to relax more in to it, Jungkooks presence seem to fade away as all he could focus on was his breathing.Before he knew it, Jimin was sleeping soundly in his arms. Carefully he picked the blonde up and layed him on his bed. There was one last thing he need to do. Walking over to a night stand he grabbed a pull up and some baby powder. He pulled down the mans pants with really plump thighs and toned legs. With getting distracted he removed the blondes underwear and quick maneuvered the pull up on him. Jungkooks had enough fun for one day. Jungkook sat silently within the softly lit room. Today had been a long day but he was finding it hard to sleep. Not only had Jimin decided to be a brat today, but he knew Jimin’s been constipated. The blond hadn’t shit in a little over a week. He knows he’s been taking laxatives for a while with no success but, was Jimin resisting the urge to defecate? He knew the blond was going to be determined not to soil himself but eventually he had to go. He fixed his gaze on Jimin as he slept peacefully. It's been a few hours already.The scene before him was undeniably endearing. Jimin had resisted and put up a spirited fight against the use of the pacifier, yet now here he was sleeping soundly with gentle snores softly escaping around the pacifier nestled between his puckered lips. In carefree fashion, the boy was sprawled out with the adorable Totoro pullup on full display. It contoured his ass nicely, fitting a lot snugger than a diaper. Witnessing Jimin surrender to such a shamelessly innocent position tugged at something deep within Jungkook. A subtle sense of arousal that heightened the tenderness of the moment. But then Jimin's face contorted slightly, his brows furrowing together in a delicate frown. His voice quivered, escaping from the pacifier in soft, plaintive whines. The delicate sound carried a sense of vulnerability. Alerting Jungkook that something was wrong. Jungkook's pulse quickened seeing Jimin's sudden change in expression and hearing the whimpers. His silence was shattered, replaced by a surge of concern. He needed to comfort him. Jungkook moved closer to Jimin's side, gently reaching out to touch his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin. "Jimin, what's the matter?" He whispered softly, his voice filled with tender worry. Jimin's frown deepened, his whimpering growing slightly louder. Jungkook's heart ached at the sight, his mind racing to find a way to ease his hyungs distress. He promptly removed the pacifier from Jimin's lips, wanting him to speak. “Tell me what’s wrong baby.” The pet name slipped from his lips as gently stroked against Jimin's cheek, Jungkook sought to soothe him, his voice filled with an empathetic reassurance. "It's ok, baby. You can tell daddy anything." He leaned in closer, capturing Jimin's gaze with his own, a mixture of love and concern reflected in his eyes. Still disoriented, the pet names didnt register to Jimin. His voice came out desperate and ashamed. “T-Toilet” Relief washed over Jungkook. ‘Finally’ “you gotta go potty,Jimin?” ‘Didn’t think we were gonna have to do this so soon.’ Jimin Ignored the man as he got up to scramble to the bathroom until he was firmly picked up and carried from his bed. Jungkook walked back to where had been seated, turning on a softly lit lamp.Jimin started to struggle. "Please, I really have to go!" Jimin sobbed, his cries disregarded again. Instead, Jungkook settled back down with Jimin now straddling his lap, their faces inches apart. A soft chuckle escaped Jungkook's lips as he observed a solitary tear rolling down Jimin's cheek. Tenderly, he brushed it away with the pad of his thumb, knowing that more tears were likely to follow. “I need you to be a good little boy for me, Jimin. ” Jimin shook his head in protest. “Fuck you. My stomach hurts so bad.” “Make a mess for me then” Ignoring the fuss, Jungkook saw that after enduring nearly two weeks without relief; Jimin's stomach had swelled to an alarming size, distended and swollen from the constant onslaught of bloating. The once-flat surface now resembled a tight, overstretched drum, ready to burst at any moment. “Use your pull up like I told you too” The authority in his voice was clear. Jimin couldn’t help but be a little shaken by it. However he never got a chance to respond. A loud sound emitted from his gut followed by a series of strange gurgles. Jimins stomach dropped. The hot pain that tore through him felt like fiery tendrils, gripping his insides with an unrelenting force. It permeated every fiber of his being. With each breath, a whimper escaped his lips, unable to contain the agony that consumed him. The weight of the hard mass lodged deep within his bowels pressed against his abdominal walls, causing sharp, stabbing jolts of pain that radiated throughout his entire body. “A-Aaah” Jimin moaned painfully. It was as if his body, in a twisted act of rebellion, was punishing him for the ordeal it had endured for so long. Jimin doubled over, his face contorted in a grimace of suffering, as he clutched his stomach with trembling hands. Every muscle in his body tensed, trying to resist the unbearable pain. “Can I please go potty” Jimin's pride crumbled, and his cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and discomfort. Tears welled up in his eyes once again, streaming down his face as he grappled with an overwhelming surge of emotions. They mingled with the beads of sweat that dripped from his brow. His pleas for relief filled the air, his voice trembling with desperation and anguish, as he begged for respite. Jungkook was taken aback, but he swiftly regained his composure. The realization hit him that Jimin was finally surrendering, albeit driven by desperation. With a calm yet firm tone, Jungkook responded, "I'm sorry baby, but you know I can't do that." He understood the depth of Jimin's longing, but he also recognized the importance of maintaining firm during this training. Jimin had to grow comfortable using his pamper in front of him. Needless to say the blonde wasn’t going down without a fight. Jimin's frustration spilled out in a loud whine, his voice filled with a mix of longing and exasperation. “But I-“ Before Jimin could finish his sentence, his words were interrupted by his own emotional outburst. Tears cascaded down his cheeks, shimmering in the soft glow of the room. His distress and vulnerability were reflected in his glistening eyes, enhancing his endearing features. Jungkook leaned close to Jimins ear. “ Just let it out baby. Daddies got you” He whispered hotly As Jimin's cries intensified, his bottom lip quivered, and small hics escaped him. Each tear that trailed down his face seemed to amplify his innocence and the overwhelming helplessness of the situation. “I’m gonna mess myself! I-I CAN’T hold it anymore!” Next thing he knew jimin had his face buried in his neck crying harder He felt the blonds frame tense against his with his first strained push. His body finally giving in to its natural instinct. “ Good job baby.” The praise and encouragement eased the boy slightly as he felt his stomach contractions force him to bare down once again. He strained softly though his sniffles, too humiliated to say a word. Jimin was making no progress in relieving himself. The constipation was too severe despite resorting to laxatives and softeners. As the struggle continued, it seemed that Jimin's pride had reached its breaking point. The combination of frustration and physical discomfort had taken its toll on him. A sense of resignation settled over him. Jungkook’s cock couldn't help but grow stiff as he heard Jimin's strained cries turn to long groans and he felt the blond’s frame bared down hard on his lap. The intensity of the situation heightened the tension between them, and Jungkook was having a hard time controlling his own physical response to the scene unfolding. “Fuck baby.” Jungkook slipped out. Jimin's voice cracked desperately. His body quivering slightly as he pushed harder begging to release the pressure that had built up within him, . “Uuurgh” Jimins face started to heat up as he felt his ass slowly begin to open up. His hole stretched slightly as exhaled with a shaky sigh. Jungkook’s cock strained painfully against his jeans, feeling jimin squat deepen as he bore down again. The man felt building pressure on his thigh from Jimin’s pampered bottom before his stool retreated back inside him. “Fuuuuck” Jimin exasperated. The blond practically growled. Using the man's shoulders as leverage, he elevated his bottom while bearing down to expel the rock-hard waste within him. The shame on Jimin's face was visible even with his head bowed. It almost made Jungkook feel bad for how hard this was making him but instead it only fueled his desire adding another layer. It was unexpected and overwhelming. Jimin felt a sharp pain plague his asshole as he was stretched to his limit unable to pass his stool. Slight panic set in as Jimin couldn’t pinch off. His asshole was stuck gaping around stool that felt like the size of a fist. Jimin's face contorted in agony as he struggled to pass it. Every attempt seemed to be met with resistance and excruciating pain. The pressure built within him, causing his body to tremble with each strained push. “Is it stuck baby?” His voice husky. Jimin’s breathing became labored, a mixture of desperation and frustration escaping in harsh gasps. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he fought against the immense discomfort. Jungkook felt Jimin's distress heighten, as the intensity of the situation seemed to engulf him. He felt a mix of shame and vulnerability, unable to relieve himself. “I-It won’t come out” He cried out “Hold on baby” Jungkook quickly change positions. Scooping jimin up in his arm laying him on the bed. He situated himself between his legs pressing them back against his chest. “Try again” In the new position. Jimin’s member strained against his pull up. The added attention to the situation bringing his cock to life involuntarily. His mess made his pull up bulge out slightly as he hid his tear stained face in his hands. Jungkook’s eyes were intense. “Stop staring” Jimin cried. The sensation of his stomach cramping only added to Jimin's distress. He turned his face away, overwhelmed by shame .Jungkook’s voice tone laced with encouragement, urged Jimin. "Push, baby." His words resonated with a mixture of support and desire. Jimin's body quivered responding to his command. With Jungkook's careful touch he pressed against his abdomen.Making Jimin’s body reacted to the stimulation. As he was forced to bare down once again, Jimin couldn't help but cry out as his hole was forced to stretch wider to finally pass the hard mass inside him. A breathy moan escaped him as his pamper pushed out deliciously.He was then met with resistance his growing mess forced his pamper to sag. He strained harder, filling it slowly past its limit until his stomach twisted painfully. Jungkook could tell from his face. “You got more for me baby?” Jimin exploded. Hot diarrhea came rushing out of him in powerful waves. The content of his bowels erupted with force, causing a violent release That thundered in his pamper. The wet sounds of Jimin's diarrhea filling his pamper permeated the quiet room with an unsettling intensity. His voice was vulnerable as repeated bouts of liquid waste expelled with force added to his discomfort. Jimin’s hands hid his face. His body held nothing back as he came apart in front of jungkook, raw and unfiltered. A bout of gas made his mess splatter causing his pull up to balloon slightly before slightly leaking from the side. The occasional sound of loud gas bubbling in his own defecation was audible to jungkook as stool continued to spew out of the blonde with urgency. His pullup now a brown hue sagging sinfully between his legs from his own mess. Jimin was aware his diaper was beyond full but he couldn't stop the dribbles of piss that started leaking from his member. “Ha-Aah” The moan that slipped past his lips was undeniable as the light dribble turned into a full on stream. A distinct hiss can be heard as the already full diaper is soaked with hot piss. The feeling of relief was so euphoric to the blonde he drooled in pleasure. Jimin was finally empty. However, quickly reality crashed down on him about what he's just done. In this emotionally charged moment, Jimin’s voice trembling “Da-Daddy” The term escaped his lips like a plea for solace. Jimin's world felt like it was crumbling around him, engulfed in darkness and turmoil until he felt soft lips peck his. “Good boy” He whispered softly against he lips Before resting his forehead against his. “Dont be upset. I'm gonna take care of you and get you all cleaned up.” Jimin was stunlocked as he watched jungkook move from between his legs to stand up. He walked over to a night stand pulling out a fresh pamper, wipes and baby powder. “Let’s get you changed.” Jimins cheeks burned hot as he let the maknae spread his legs and plant his feet on the bed. Jungkook drunk in his appearance while he saluted himself between the blondes legs. When he tore the side tape of his pull up, Jimin wanted the bed to swallow him whole. He crossed his arms over his eyes. Slowly Jungkook pulled down the front to reveal the mess inside. Amazed at the amount. “Look at you~. You made such a big mess for me baby.” He cooed at him. His eyes were full of reassurance clouded with lust .They fell to Jimins member sitting semi erect against his abdomen. Sensing the stare. He uncovered his face slightly to peak down. Immediately he gasped, turning his head away. The blond couldn't understand why his body was reacting this way. Ignoring the reaction Jungkook was determined to get JImin cleaned up. “Lift your bottom for me ” Jungkook commanded before sliding the soiled pull up from under him. Jimin felt cold wet wipes come in contact with his skin shortly after. Jungkook's touch was both gentle and confident, mindful of minimizing any mess or discomfort. Jimin's vulnerability was evident, his face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and relief at the prospect of finding comfort. Jungkook's hands moved with purpose, using the soft wipes to cleanse Jimin's delicate skin, paying close attention to every crevice and ensuring a thorough clean. He worked diligently, his focus unwavering, as he sought to provide relief and restore a sense of cleanliness to Jimin. Once satisfied that Jimin was clean, Jungkook reached for a fresh pull up, lifting Jimin's legs with care and slipping it on him. “See, all better baby” Jimin looked at Jungkook, feeling a newfound sense of comfort. "Thanks for taking care of me," he said, heartfelt gratitude lacing his words. Call Me Daddy.mp3

View File Arella Belle Spanked/Diapered for Wetting Pants Arella Belle wets her leggings then gets spanked, diapered, and put in a purple onesie. Submitter user001user093 Submitted 05/21/2023 Category Female  

So, yeah, my first post on Omoorg, let's get this bread gamers. Transferring over my recent stories from AO3 onto here every few days (when I remember). First to start will be my BTR fanfic. You can view the original over on AO3 here for part one. I'll link part two when I post it here. Feedback is always appreciated. --- Chapter One: Guitars, Loneliness and White Diapers. --- "My name is Guitarhero, and I present to you: I caught a glimpse of myself diapered and had to destroy every mirror in my room." She strung her guitar, depression choking her as the notes came to her naturally. Clenching her jaw, the rubber nipple of her pacifier got squeezed between her teeth as she mumbled the impromptu lyrics. Between each chord, she could hear the crinkling of her diaper as her body moved in tune with the notes playing in her head. Closing her eyes, she immersed herself in the music. "This one's good – eerily good..." Bocchi carefully dissected each note playing over her headphones, listening for flaws. Mixed with the noise was the faint noise of her diaper rustling between pauses, sending a gulp crawling down her throat. "Great, one day I'll be careless and accidentally let it slip through production, and some pervert will catch it." She ran her fingers over the plastic surface of her diaper, feeling the folds skate across her skin. "I'll wake up, and my comment section will be full of weird timestamps, and someone will make a bot account with the name 'everytimeguitarherousesherdiaper' giving graphic status updates on the cleanliness of my underwear." Another sigh escaped her lips, muffled by the blue pacifier she happily sucked on. "Wouldn't that be sad? Accusing me of something I don't even do?" She paused, the muffled laughter of her guests echoing in her closet. "Isn't that even worse, though? Here I am, spending my allowance to buy diapers to wear for when I'm anxious yet never even use them?" Her fingers dropped across the strings before Bocchi continued to dread. "Technically, I don't even wear them. I've got my panties on under because I'm too scared I'll like the sensation or something, so I'm just here parading as a degenerate without any of the benefits." She strung her guitar again, trying to pull herself out of this self-hating cycle of needless pain. "I can't even be a disappointment correctly." An appropriately timed laugh had cut her train of thought, pulling her attention elsewhere. "Even they're laughing, some family from out of town that's suddenly come to visit. I shouldn't even be wearing now that they're here, but the last time they visited, I got so nervous I vomited all over grandpa, so I doubt they'll come up and disturb me that much." Another perfectly planned disaster. "Besides, Mom will stop them from barging in. If not, the signs across my door should suffice. 'Do not enter, recording!' sounds professional, mysterious, and cool.” The hand-written ward was repeated again across her closet. “I'm sure they'll understand that their to-be super-mega-ultra-diaper-wearing-rockstar is busy with her super-mega-ultra practice!" She strung her guitar again, newfound confidence surging through her as a smile crept up on her face, the pacifier tightly enveloped by her tongue. "My name is Guitarhero, and I present to you: So what if I wear diapers? It's not like I use them." Time passed, the clock inching towards eight in the evening. Bocchi had her eyes glued on the comments from her latest video, analyzing each word as if she was grading English papers. The mental strain of reading people's words posted on the internet was taking its toll on her frail body, causing her more damage than she'd realized. "Isn't that pathetic? I'm getting anxious just reading words on a white page..." She crossed her legs, her mind subconsciously signaling that something was wrong. Instead, Bocchi leaned closer, chewing on the positive praise she's gotten on her latest hit. The diaper had done its job, assisted by the blue pacifier and the stuffed toys she's so shamelessly surrounded herself with - not to mention the plethora of imaginary friends she's nurtured since her earliest memories of being a loner began. Her cure for anxiety was frighteningly effective. Once sufficiently socialized, she danced between the plethora of tabs open in her browser, aimlessly clicking as her mind ran wild with ideas of a band and her performance in it. The imaginary crowd cheered for her, her guitar solo forever chiseled in music history thanks to several recordings popping up on video sites. Then, as pleasant as the dream was, it turned into a nightmare. "And then, at the apex of the solo, a gust of wind lifts my skirt up, revealing the diaper taped to my waist..." At the very least, the weirdos on anonymous internet forums would be satiated knowing their theories were true. Bocchi snapped back to reality, scanning the website in front of her. It was the store page for a onesie she was looking to buy, another pink outfit to add to her collection. "If I had a band, I could easily afford this... But..." Pausing, she took a minute to calculate how many meals she'd need to additionally skip. Then, she opened a new tab: "Minimum amount of daily calories needed to..." Ten in the evening arrived, with no signs of the chatter downstairs ending. Bocchi squirmed in her seat, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in her stomach. Firmly crossing her legs, Bocchi clenched her jaw and waited for the sensation to subside, the diaper between her thighs crinkling as it struggled, crushed between her legs. "Why? Why are they still here!? Is there that much to talk about with my parents and little sis? Do regular people love the sound of their own voices that much that they drag out regular conversations for hours?" She shifted her weight towards her waist, trying hard to suppress the pressures brewing inside her. "I can't, I can't. I genuinely can't do it. I can't go to the bathroom at the end of the hall – it's just impossible. They'll hear me. I can't stealthily rip these tapes off either..." A nervous gulp crawled down her throat, eyeing the empty bottle on her desk. "That's even worse! I'm not – That's not happening.” Bocchi pinched her face, trying to wash the image out of her mind. “It's fine. My family won't stick around for much longer. They've got jobs and a life waiting for them tomorrow. Surely they won't stay - " The date today read Saturday instead of Sunday, as she previously thought. She felt the color drain from her face, despair seeping into her heart. Eleven rolled around. "Surely, Mom must know, right? I try to hide them, but even then - she's the one that cleans my room. Even when I do it - and emphasize it to her - she still barges in and does a once-over herself.” Bocchi sat in the corner of her closet, trailing circles into the ground below. “How do you even approach that as a parent? Your eldest daughter wears diapers in secret and is a total social failure. Poor Mom, please don't blame yourself - it's me who's to blame!” She pressed her hand against the back of her diaper, listening to it rustle with a satisfying crinkle. While her budget only allowed her to afford bottom-shelf pampers, statistics like absorbency and smell-negation only served as filler. “Can I really help it, though? It's like wrapping yourself in a woolen blanket. Please don't misunderstand and think that I actually use them or something gross like that." That thought lingered in her head. Bocchi felt her body tightening, flush with color and swirling with emotion. It yearned for something, a routine she had failed to maintain for tonight. “Crap, I’m getting… horny? Why? Sure, I usually do it before bedtime, and it’s become a sort of bedtime ritual - but I’ve never done it in diapers before.” Her hand switched positions, now drawing circles against the white padding. “Hell, it’s only after I take ‘em off and tuck myself into bed that I feel the urge and quickly deal with it.” Fidgeting, Bocchi ran her fingers across the white plastic of her diaper, feeling it spring underneath her fingertips. An undeniable, powerful heat pulsed from her waist, mixing with the pain of self-imposed constipation to create a unique blend of pleasure. “Don’t tell me… I’m only feeling this way because I’m holding it in? S-Seriously? Is this the moment I figure out a new fetish and forever change the trajectory of my life, giving up my dreams of joining a band and becoming a social butterfly - trading it in for a pitiful, diaper-bound existence?” Bocchi pushed her hands deeper into her crotch, feeling the padding rub against her skin as the diaper rustled with every movement. Crinkling filled the air, audible enough for her to pick it up via her microphone. “Crap, crap, crap! No – show some self-restraint, woman. This is a fluke. I’m anxious and bored and have missed my regular, scheduled masturbation.” She pushed her slender finger against the pacifier, shuffling it around in her mouth to a better position. “I can’t bring myself to do it, not with so many people cheering me on! What would they think of their number one to-be super-mega-ultra-diaper-wearing-rockstar if the truth somehow leaked online? What if, ten years from now, I go under some hypnosis as a joke on live television and confess my crimes?” Her hands returned back to the guitar resting on her lap. “My name is Guitarhero, and I’m NOT a pervert!” Twelve-thirty in the evening. There were no signs of the chatter ending. Only slight pauses between sentences. The crawling, dreaded realization swallowed Bocchi as she felt her heart tighten with pain. She had pushed her body to its furthest edge but could venture no more. "I'm not going to see daylight, am I? I'm going to poop my pants - piss myself and then promptly die but only after my parents find me and bring in my extended family to come and mock me. My dreams of forming a band and breaking my nervous shell, they're all -" She couldn’t even have the luxury of finishing her final words before having her purity ripped from her. Bocchi felt her stomach cramp as her body loosened. Her fingers curled, gripping her guitar as she felt the warm mess slither into the seat of her diaper – the seat of the white panties underneath. She pushed involuntarily, her body demanding the waste be expelled at all costs. The loss of her dignity was only a small price to pay, as she felt an immense relief from such degrading actions. Her mind, usually aloof with dozens of thoughts, became eerily empty as the diaper expanded with a sharp bulge, the panties underneath already filled to the point of failure. Naturally, where there is stool - there is urine, her bladder happily giving up its grip and allowing all of the yellow liquid to fill the bulky padding underneath. The white panties she wore as a barrier protecting her purity became stained, unable to stop the torrent as it rushed from her. Bocchi bit down on the rubber nipple inside her mouth, her face red with embarrassment and heat. She struggled to maintain a coherent thought, only focused on her body and its urges. The aftermath, how she'd sneak this past her mother, her sister, the guests – the worries and anxiety just failed to form. With one last painful push, she felt the weight drop off her shoulders. She had thoroughly filled her pants, ending the sixteen-hour streak of not answering nature's calls. With it, the torrent of voices lingering inside her head returned. "W-W-What the hell did I do!? Wha- How- How am I going to explain this? I-I'm not sure if..." Bocchi had only now noticed that her body had assumed a more relaxed position: on her knees with her butt lifted inches off the ground and body bent forward. She flinched, unable to compute the idea of her body being manipulated without her consent. Was this lost time? "W-What's Mom going to think when she sees her guitar prodigy of a daughter waddling down the stairs in a full diaper? And Futari? I'm nowhere near the sub-water-flea levels I was once - I'm so far below that... that..." She watched as her rankings on the Gotou family pyramid slipped by around five-thousand levels - barely edging out the proto-single-celled organisms that live in the deep sea thermal vents. "No, I can't even rank myself in their esteem! They're the guys that started all life on the planet - please accept my forgiveness..!" Once they accepted, Bocchi bounced back up, her diaper sloshing with every movement. "I've got to get to the bathroom. There's no other way, even if they hear the tapes.” Carefully and slowly, the stinky guitarist pulled herself up, the diaper fastened to her waist rustling with every movement, the contents of her diaper moving around and squishing beneath her weight. “Even if they laugh and gossip at what I'm doing in there, surely they can't think of something worse than this... Right?" She felt the mess settle, still somewhat contained by the ruined panties underneath. Running her fingers across the plastic, Bocchi lightly weighed the size of her diaper, feeling it sag and droop into her hand. The heat and pleasure she had previously fought off returned with a vengeance, guiding her hand over the waistband of her padding and against her crotch. She dipped her fingers against the sodden fabric of her underwear beneath the diaper, tugging at it, feeling it rub against her vagina. Her other hand found its way to the back of her diaper, caressing the bulge that had formed. Again, her mind turned blank as the sensations took over, culminating in a split-second decision that would forever ruin the tiny shreds of purity she still had. Without much hesitation, she used her other hand to squish the back of her diaper, feeling the mass in the seat of her underwear spread. A moan escaped her lips, caught by the pacifier. Again, she repeated the process, feeling the diaper spring back up but remain glued to her. The panties underneath had already overflown, the leakage caught by her padding as it did its intended job. The room filled with a strong but familiar smell, replacing the faint odor of mold and mothballs that became associated with her. Pushing her fingers further, Bocchi curled her toes and chewed on her pacifier - her frail body covered in goosebumps as she approached climax. In a trance, she pushed as far as her body allowed, waves of euphoria washing over her and drowning her with ecstasy. It wasn’t enough, the panties too constricting and causing more harm than good – she slipped her hand between the used underwear and her skin. Digging deeper, Bocchi moaned in silence, her pace increasing and increasing until – Thank God for the pacifier, blocking her from letting out a long moan of pleasure that came with her euphoric climax. Hitori Gotou had now forsaken any dreams of marriage. “W-What the hell just happened!? W-W-W-How the hell did this happen? I was just thinking of going to the bathroom to get out of this disgusting thing - but, ah, what?” She pulled her hand out of the soiled diaper, watching it glisten with urine and long strands wrapped around and between her fingers. It wasn’t a dream, nor a trance, nor was she possessed. “A-Am I a pervert? I’ve never really had any urge to do something like this; I’ve only ever done it to regular porn - what does this mean? I know it’s all hormones and being a teenager, but…” Turning, she struggled to find a place to wipe her hand, settling on brushing it against her diaper. After all, it couldn't get dirtier. “Was it the diaper that turned me on? The act of pooping my pants? I’m not asking because I’m interested. I need to shift the blame onto one specific act so I know to never do it again!” A defeated exhale escaped her lips, her pacifier dropping out of her mouth as a sign of resignation. "A-At least I'm a bonafide TOOL fan now..!" Humor was the only way she could cope with the situation. It was two in the morning when she finally heard the chatter perish and the front door closed. Despite being left to stew in her own filth for an hour and a half, plus an additional thirty minutes she spent waiting for her parents and sister to go to bed, Bocchi felt it was a good payoff. Sure, the moments she's spent in her used diapers are now forever laser-engraved in her memory. She'd sleep worse at night, every night, until the end of days - and no matter how much she'd scrub, she'd never be clean. Sliding the closet door open, Bocchi took two clumsy steps forward and began scavenging her room for supplies, namely, a set of pants to help cover up her shame. "Ah, I'm sorry we've kept you up for this long." "Nonsense, we have no issues with being night owls for a day or two. Besides, Futari sleeps like a champ, so we shouldn't be bothering her." "What about Hitori? Think we're causing her issues?" "Ah, well, she's a complicated girl, but it's nothing personal, y'know? Teenagers and all that..." The family chatted, bags of late-night supplies (namely alcohol) dangling in their hands. It's not often that they meet like this, and the temptation of a bit of booze thrown into the mix was too strong to pass up. "So, she plays the guitar, huh? Just like her father - say, is she better?" "Definitely." Both parents answered in unison. "They're such talented, smart, and pretty girls." The matriarch of the Gotou family answered, her husband nodding along, his rank in the family hierarchy just a step beneath their beloved puppy. "I couldn't be prouder." The front door of their home opened, a wave of stench washing over them. Everyone recoiled, their eyes adjusting to the light from inside. Hitori-Bocchi was caught crouched on the floor, her white and used diaper visible for all to see. Holding her pink track pants by the waistband, she was trying to tug them out of their dog's mouth, the infernal beast chewing on the leg hole. "H-Hitori?" She turned, her face an emotionless void. The dog unlatched from the pants, allowing Bocchi to tumble down onto the floor, squishing the mess nested in her diaper across her butt with a nasty squelch. Unable to communicate a sentence, all she could do was watch the expression of her parents as they stood in stunned horror. She opened her mouth to defend herself, but only a slight wheeze escaped her lips, her flight-fight-freeze response picking the worst of the three options. Even in her most depraved, suicidal, and depressing mind scenarios, she could never reach this level of embarrassment. Adding insult to injury, their dog circled back around, sniffed the air, and let out a disgusted scoff. That new amplifier was becoming more and more of a dream by the minute. Futari Gotou cautiously waddled towards their bathroom, her eyes half-open as the sound of an alarm bell rang in her head still. Rubbing her eyes, she stopped in front of the bathroom door, slightly ajar, and peeked inside. “Hmph…” Her older sister, if you could even call her that, stood hunched over the white sink. Around her ankles were her regular pink pajamas. Around her waist was an adult diaper, currently being shamelessly filled with poop. “Mooooooom! Hitori is pooping herself again!” Bocchi flinched, the toothbrush in her mouth dropping into the torrent of water circling the sink. The color drained from her face, staring at Futari’s concerned expression reflected in the mirror. The reality was much worse, she had messed herself yesterday evening around eleven, during her guitar practice, and failed to ask for a change. Now, she was expelling the rest. “Jeez sis, you didn’t even try and make it to the potty this time. It’s right next to you.” Hitori failed to answer, too busy filling the seat of her diaper. It had been four weeks since the incident, and things escalated quickly. Only a defeated grunt served to acknowledge Futari’s statement. “Well, whatever. I’ll wait in my room until you’re done with mom.” Futari exited, leaving Bocchi all alone. Pushing again, she felt her diaper grow heavier at the back and damper in the front, her mind blissfully blank. A well-deserved break from her intrusive thoughts. Sighing, she finished, running her palm across the plastic. It was concerning, and Futori was right to be worried about it: Bocchi had become so casual about her diapers that even wearing pants around the house bothered her. Her guitar skills exploded, six-hour practice sessions turning into eight, then ten, all thanks to her crinkly underwear skipping any bathroom interruptions. At this rate, she was sure to join a band, easily able to impress even the harshest critics. Bocchi squeezed the bulge nesting in the back of her pampers, head full of praise from her latest Youtube comments. Surely quitting diapers full-time when she actually joins a band won’t be that hard, right? Maybe things wouldn’t be so bad after all.