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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

I have a very free morning today and I need to wee but I haven’t gone yet since last night before bed. I definitely need to wee, but big girls can hold it so I figured I should try… If anyone wants to help that would be very much appreciated 😊 teasing is fine, I just don’t like degradation please and thank you. (I don’t do pictures or videos, but I can try to describe things if anyone asks) I’m currently in light grey booty shorts, a light blue pajama shirt, and pink panties.

Good morning! My bladder woke me up saying it’s time to go potty, but I need to try my hardest to be a big girl and hold it in. I’m currently wearing hot pink panties, dark blue pajama shorts, and a lighter blue tshirt. Encourage me to hold or encourage me to wet, I like both and haven’t decided what my outcome will be today 😝 I currently am at around a 6/10 and don’t want to leave my bed because it’s so warm and cozy ☺️

Just got home from a half day at work and I decided I wanted to be little for the rest of the day.. so no more potty for me! I’m going to only go pee in my big girl panties or directly on the floor/in the bath for the rest of the day. Feel free to encourage me to drink more or to wet myself or tease me a little bit. I also really enjoy praise 🙈

This might seem a bit backwards from usual haha but I really reallyyyy like being told to wet my panties and I need to wee so I figured I might try this out and if anyone wishes to help me they can 😊 I want to be encouraged to wet myself, and eventually that’s the goal, but I want to try to be a big girl and hold it for as long as I can. Teasing is perfectly fine, I just don’t like degradation please and thank you. I’m wearing hot pink panties, pajama shorts and an oversized comfy t-shirt. I’ll be drinking water regularly and at some point a soda.

I made the mistake of saying “I’m going to the bathroom” tonight 😂 I was met with “no you’re not. You’ve lost your privileges.” 😳 So I had to make dinner and wash my hands and eat dinner (with 1.5 big glasses of water to drink) all while I felt my bladder filling more and more to capacity. I kept having that urge that I’m sure a lot of you will understand, where you completely forget you’re holding and you get distracted and then suddenly you find yourself heading to the bathroom. Then a few hours later my poor, full, stretched bladder got pressed on so hard 🥺 I nearly leaked. I could barely keep quiet honestly I was a mess of involuntary moans and whispered chants of “I need to pee! I need to pee!” While my body wiggled around on the bed so desperate for relief. After some moments of rest and being allowed to touch and hold myself on and off with the bladder pressing, I begged and begged to be allowed to go potty. Finally after what seemed like forever (and I was starting to seriously consider wetting the bed) I was told I had been a good girl and could go potty! It was soooo good. I had to go so badly! Now I’m laying in bed wondering if I over did it a tiny bit though because I feel a phantom pressing on my bladder sensation. Im wondering if I should sleep on top of a towel tonight with my bladder feeling so weak!

Woke up feeling like I wanted to be little and have an accident 🙈 not sure if anyone is around, but I figured I have a little bit of privacy until this afternoon so I’ll hold as long as I can until I just can’t hold it in any longer! I’ve got an oversized pajama shirt on and white big girl panties (poor panties..I hope I don’t stain them yellow today 🤭) I feel a pressure building down there. I’d say I’m around 5/10 maybe?

i've been really enjoying playing MyCall's omorashi challenge on Milovana. I've been using the rapid pee desperation technique as well, where i drink water and pee every 15 minutes until im ready to hold. for a few hours i do this until im looking forward to peeing, and i pee in strong streams. when peeing starts feeling good is when i know its time to start a hold :3 hehe MyCall's challenge is so fun and hot, i love doing everything he asks me to do. the praise you get when you do a good job or play along with the extra tasks is so rewarding. I love doing everything it prompts, regardless of the prompt, for those bonus points and the extra praise :3 i dunno it really turns me on today i was doing a hold with MyCall's challenge, and theres a naughty task at level 3 i think, where you're asked to go on a 15ish minute walk and mid way through let out a spurt of piss in your pants. you're also instructed to chug a cup before you go out, so this added to the excitement for me. I had a lot of pee in me at this point, i could feel it sloshing around in my tummy. i went out when it was dark but people were still walking around, it also happened to "wet" outside (perfect, right?) it has been raining all day. i got to my midway destination and let out, WHAT I THOUGHT, was going to be a little, controlled spurt as im usually pretty good about this, but it ended up being a BIG spurt and i struggled to get myself under control. I guess i had abused my piss hole all day (i started the pee/drink every 15 minutes from the moment i woke up) It was pretty cold out, so i got really turned on by the massive warm wet spot that was growing in between my crotch... it was really fun walking home. i had to go the long way around my building because i wanted to avoid seeing anyone! AND my building only has stairs, so the stairs were pretty hard as i didnt want to have an accident before i arrived home and got to hold more. i unfortunately failed on one of the challenges that was to piss into a cup through my underwear, when i let out a spurt in attempt, it was farther back than i had anticipated and i ended up not being able to control the spurt that well and i almost had a complete accident. i made a huge puddle on my floor. it ruined it for me a bit as getting to the end of a tease is really satisfying to me, and i like the feeling of holding in waves of desperation, and denying myself until i cant anymore... i didnt really want to lose most of my pent up piss on one challenge as i have a pretty large bladder so its hard to fill up enough to have an authentic accident. and i had such a horny experience walking outside with the perfect weather, i was a bit peeved at myself. but thats the fun !! this is no fault to the challenge obviously, but i ruined my own orgasm this way. i dont have a dom to be disappointed in me and punish me so i have to punish myself >:3 oh well will have to try again soon :3 maybe prolonging will make the orgasm even better... i say to myself wishfully XD

It’s an older video of mine but I figured out how to make it into a GIF! 🙈 Hope it works. This is my own personal content btw so please don’t post this anywhere else! Thanks! —— I had had a lot of water and was holding a bit longer than I should. I only had on my nice new white big girl panties and I was trying so hard to be a good girl until.. oh no! I leaked! I peeked down between my legs and saw a small wet patch on my panties. Well..they’re already wet now, right? And my bladder is just so full 🥺 Guess I might as well let go…

Hi everyone! My birthday is in the next few days and tomorrow (Saturday) I’ve decided to spend the afternoon going into the night online with the community to play and have fun! If I end up doing multiple holds (likely) nearing the end of each hold I will have those who are actively commenting at the time vote for me to either make it to the potty or wee in my big girl panties hehe. I figured it’ll add in a little extra suspense for me not knowing what I’ll end up doing. Some things to keep in mind if you’d like to join in: - she/her pronouns please and thank you! - Everyone is welcome! And ideas will be considered but I know my body and can choose to do/not do whichever ones I feel comfortable doing. - Please don’t ask for pictures/videos. I’m very much so considering posting some type of video or picture at the very end, but I just don’t enjoy being constantly asked for them as it makes me uncomfortable and less inclined to share. - I have a praise kink not a degradation kink, but some light and upbeat teasing is always welcome. If you’re actively weeing let me know because I’m sure I’ll get very jealous 🤭 - I’m into age play and I tend to get little and whiny when I’m desperate to wee 😝 I like diapers but I don’t have access to any sadly. Feel free to mention wanting to diaper me though 🙈 - Masturbation will likely be mentioned, so if this bothers you I don’t recommend reading further. I wanted to post this in advance so people could come say hi and follow if they’d like so they don’t miss out tomorrow 😊 You guys have been so wonderful and make me so happy to be a part of this community. I also won’t be nearly as free as often after this weekend so I wanted to do a really big thing in case I can’t for a while.

Summary: Julian is a bedwetter and diaper lover who likes to pretend to be little. When he starts university, he doesn't feel comfortable staying in the dorms and ends up renting a room in the house of an older man named Alexander. Alexander is tall and athletic and very handsome, and Julian dreams of having him for a Daddy Dom. Perhaps it's meant to be? Author's Note: So, this is a story I've been working on for a long time and feel like I'm finally getting somewhere with, so I've decided to start posting it. It's actually inspired by a pair of characters from one of my Sims games, with a bedwetting and incontinence mod plus a lot of custom content, so I've got some screenshots I can share with you all as well. The names of some of the locations and other things mentioned are taken from The Sims 4 and the Discover University expansion pack. I hope you enjoy it! CW for this chapter: sexual content, misgendering, dysphoria ———————— Chapter 1. Julian rang the doorbell, looking up at the house while he waited. It was nice. Not huge, but definitely among the nicer houses in Britechester, a town known for its fine old architecture. It was the home of Professor Alexander Jones of the History, Languages, and Literature departments at UBrite. Julian expected a kindly old man or a stern teacher, but that was not what greeted him when the door opened. The man in front of him was in his mid to late forties. His brown hair was dusted with silver and he wore a tweed suit, all of which was in keeping with Julian’s idea of distinguished UBrite professors. But Professor Jones was also tall, broad shouldered, and decidedly well built. His slacks clung to his thick, muscled thighs, and even through the suit it was impossible not to see that this man was in peak physical condition. ‘Ah! You must be Julian. Come in!’ ‘Er . . . thank you.’ Julian smiled and stepped through the door. No one told me UBrite professors were muscle daddies, he thought. I wonder what the ones at Foxbury are like. ‘It’s nice to meet you, Professor Jones,’ he said. ‘Alexander, please.’ The man gave him a brilliant smile, making Julian’s heart pound. ‘I’m not your teacher. Not yet, anyway. What were you planning to study?’ ‘Oh, I’m going to Foxbury, not UBrite.’ Julian smiled. Alexander raised an eyebrow. ‘Bold of you, to tell me you’ll be going to the competition.’ Julian laughed. ‘If UBrite gave Honours degrees in STEM fields, I’m sure that’s where I’d be going, but as it is, Foxbury’s the place for a budding engineer.’ ‘Hmm. Well, to each his own. I expect you’ll want to see the room.’ He led Julian up two flights of stairs, to the top floor of the house, and opened a door. The room was large and comfortable-looking, with a bed, dresser, closet, sofa, and desk. ‘You’ll have your own bathroom,’ said Alexander, walking through the room and opening a door. Julian peeked inside. The bathroom was blue-tiled, with a corner bathtub, shower, and plenty of cupboard space. That was good. ‘This looks really nice,’ said Julian and grinned. ‘I’ll take it if you’ll have me.’ ‘Well, you seem like a nice young man.’ Alexander smiled. ‘So, I don’t see why not. Any particular reason you won’t be in the dorms, though?’ Julian looked down. ‘I . . . couldn’t get a single room. And I kind of need my own bathroom.’ ‘Oh? Why?’ Julian shrugged. ‘Well, you should probably know anyway. I’m trans. Three years on hormones and got my top surgery earlier this year, but I don’t feel quite comfortable sharing space. I’d like to pass if I can, and there’s no way of really doing that in a dorm with communal showers. Plus, I have a medical condition.’ Alexander cocked his head to one side. ‘What kind of condition?’ Julian looked down, blushing a little. ‘It’s kind of embarrassing, sir.’ ‘Well, I won’t laugh,’ Alexander promised. His voice was kind and he looked sincere. ‘I . . . suffer from night time incontinence,’ Julian confessed. ‘So, I wear diapers to bed. Kind of awkward if you’re sharing a room.’ ‘Hmm, I imagine it would be.’ Alexander nodded sympathetically. ‘Well, I don’t care about any of that. Thank you for being so honest with me, though. I appreciate honesty and openness. You can expect the same from me, should you choose to accept.’ ‘You’re offering me the room, then?’ Julian asked. ‘Absolutely. In fact, I’ll be disappointed if you don’t take it.’ Julian grinned at the older man. ‘Okay, then I will. Thank you, Professor!’ The professor smiled. ‘I thought I told you to call me Alexander.’ # ‘Ah! Daddy! Harder, Daddy!’ Julian cried. He lay on his stomach on a bed in his favourite club, being pounded by a large man in his thirties. The man picked up the pace, slapping Julian’s behind a couple of times as he did. ‘Such a dirty little girl!’ he growled. Julian froze. ‘Unicorn,’ he said. The man didn’t stop. ‘Unicorn!’ ‘Oh! Sorry.’ The man climbed off him. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you. What’s wrong? Didn’t you like being called dirty?’ Julian sat up and faced him, arms crossed over his chest. ‘I didn’t like being called a girl,’ he said. ‘What part of the “no misgendering” clause in our negotiation did you not understand?’ ‘Sorry,’ the man said again. ‘I . . . You’ve got girl parts and with you facing away, I forgot.’ ‘They’re not girl parts,’ said Julian. ‘They’re my parts, and I’m a boy.’ ‘I’m sorry.’ The man sounded more sincere now. ‘I’m . . . I’m not used to being with trans guys. I’m bi, I don’t really see gender.’ ‘You gender genitalia just fine,’ Julian mumbled, looking away. ‘I’m really sorry, Julian. Please forgive me and let’s continue. Weren’t you having fun?’ The truth was that Julian had been bored nearly to tears. This daddy wasn’t rough enough, and he was too young to be a real daddy anyway. Julian preferred men who were old enough to be his real father, but this one had seemed nice enough so he’d thought he would give it a try. Clearly, that had been a mistake, as he was inexperienced at being a Daddy Dom. ‘I was,’ Julian lied. ‘But I lost the mood when you called me a girl. I’m sorry. I suggest next time you’re with a trans person, you pay better attention to the agreement.’ He got off the bed and went to fetch his clothes. He got a clean diaper out of his bag. ‘At least let me help you get that on,’ the man said. ‘That’s easier, isn’t it?’ Julian sighed. ‘Fine.’ He handed over the diaper and lay on the bed. ‘No powder?’ the man asked. ‘No need, I’m going straight home. Got homework I need to do tomorrow.’ ‘Homework? You’re not still in high school, are you?’ The man looked slightly concerned. ‘No,’ said Julian, laughing a little. He knew he looked a little younger than he was, like many trans guys. ‘I’m at university. I study engineering at Foxbury. Don’t worry, I’m twenty like I said.’ ‘Is it your second year?’ ‘No, I’m a fresher. I just took a year off before applying. I wanted to have my top surgery first. I know I’m easy enough to clock, but I don’t walk around wearing trans flags. I’d like to pass if I can.’ ‘I didn’t clock you,’ said the man, closing the tabs on the diaper. ‘There, all done.’ ‘You misgendered me,’ Julian reminded him. ‘It was a heat of the moment thing. When I saw you, I just saw a cute boy in a onesie. I didn’t realise you were trans until you told me.’ Julian smiled. ‘I don’t quite believe you, but I appreciate it all the same.’ He got up and went over to his clothes again. He pulled on the onesie, then put on his loose jeans and t-shirt over it. ‘I’m sorry this didn’t work out.’ ‘Not as sorry as me,’ the man said, smiling. # Julian had been at university a month now. He enjoyed his classes and had gotten to know a few of his classmates well enough, but not exactly made any friends. He usually went to the club in the city on weekends, rather than hang out in the student pub in Britechester. So far, it was the only BDSM club he’d found where ABDL was not only accepted but encouraged, though they catered to a wide array of kinks. At the club, he could be himself. He’d walk around in his blue onesie with fluffy socks, a teddy bear and a pacifier and ask people, ‘Have you seen my Daddy?’ The ones who were into adult baby age play and didn’t mind trans boys loved it, and he rarely left the club without having had a partner. The man he’d been with tonight had reacted by pinching Julian’s cheeks and saying, ‘I’ll be your Daddy, kiddo. Wanna come play with me?’ They’d sat down at a table, worked out the terms, and when they got to their room, Julian had wet himself, thrown a temper tantrum, been spanked and then fucked. Honestly, in spite of the slightly half-assed scolding and spanking, it had been fine until they got to the fucking. Maybe the man just hadn’t been big enough to give Julian the pounding he craved. It was nearly midnight when he got home, so he was surprised to find Alexander in the living room with a tumbler of whisky, reading a book. ‘Hey you. Been out?’ The older man smiled, and Julian found himself wishing he’d run into his landlord at the club instead of the man he’d been with. Alexander was dressed casually, in neat jeans and a t-shirt that showed off his extremely muscular arms. Julian had found Alexander had gym equipment in the basement and did strength workouts for half an hour every morning. He also went jogging twice a week. He was a very disciplined man. Julian, on the other hand, had never been athletic; he was a nerdy blonde with glasses who dreamt of working in robotics. His pudginess and his smooth, round face lent themselves well to toddler roleplay, though. ‘Yeah.’ Julian returned the smile as best he could. ‘Did you go to Pepper’s?’ Alexander asked, referring to the student pub. Julian shook his head. ‘No, I went clubbing in the city.’ ‘By yourself? Or was it a date?’ Julian had noticed that Alexander often asked about where he’d been. The questions didn’t feel invasive, and it wasn’t like he was policing Julian’s movements, but his curiosity always took the young man by surprise. ‘Not exactly.’ Julian blushed again, and Alexander seemed to notice. ‘Something more casual, then.’ He smiled mischievously. ‘You want a drink?’ Julian rarely drank alcohol when he went to the club, preferring to be one hundred percent in control for the negotiations. Tonight, he’d had a couple glasses of orange juice when he’d arrived, to make sure he’d need to pee when he got picked up for play. He’d felt like bratting. ‘Why not?’ he said, sitting down. ‘Gotta warn you, though. I’m not exactly a whisky connoisseur.’ Alexander smiled, standing up and heading over to the bar cabinet. ‘A little one, then,’ he said. ‘With just a drop of water.’ He handed Julian a tumbler. ‘Old Yorkfield, sixteen years. Should be to your tastes.’ ‘What are you drinking?’ Julian asked. ‘McDillan’s,’ Alexander replied, taking his seat again. ‘Not for novices, I’m afraid. It’s very smoky. If you handle the Yorkfield well, maybe you’ll graduate to McDillan’s.’ He winked and Julian blushed a little again. He was suddenly all too aware that he hadn’t orgasmed with the man at the club. And Alexander oozed big dick energy. He took a sip of the whisky and made a face. ‘Wow. That’s strong.’ Alexander laughed. ‘You’ll get used to it. So, tell me about your not-date. Did you have fun?’ Julian bobbed his head. ‘It was okay at first. But . . . he misgendered me halfway through, so I left.’ Alexander frowned. ‘That’s not very polite. I’m sorry that happened to you.’ ‘Extra not polite since we’d negotiated—’ Julian cut himself off. Negotiation was not a part of casual sex outside the kink community, he reminded himself. ‘I mean, since I’d told him straight out not to do that.’ He took another sip of the whisky. It went down smoother now and he was already feeling a little woozy, no doubt because he hadn’t eaten since before he went to the club. ‘Don’t understand why boy pussy’s so hard to accept,’ he mumbled, then froze. Had he really said ‘boy pussy’ in front of his university professor landlord? The man who wore tweed every day, like a proper gentleman? ‘I mean—sorry, that just slipped out.’ Alexander laughed, but his face was kind. ‘I’m not a prude, Julian. I’ve been ’round the block a few times. I’m pretty sure there’s nothing you could say that would shock me.’ What about ‘I like pretending I’m three years old and having strange men change my diaper, spank me, fuck me, and occasionally piss on me in BDSM clubs’? Julian thought, but outwardly he just smiled and drained his tumbler. ‘I should get to bed. Got homework in the morning.’ ‘I’ve been meaning to say,’ said Alexander as Julian stood, ‘if you need someone to proofread your papers, I’d be happy to help.’ ‘Oh, no,’ said Julian. ‘I couldn’t ask you to do that.’ ‘You wouldn’t be asking me to, I offered,’ said Alexander. ‘And I mean it.’ His tone was commanding and sent shivers down Julian’s back. ‘Oh. Okay. Well, thanks, I . . . I appreciate that.’ ‘No worries,’ said Alexander. ‘I’m teaching fewer classes this semester, cause I’m working on a thesis with a couple of PhD candidates. You probably won’t believe it, but I miss grading papers. Proofing yours would fill a need, even if I can’t understand half of what’s in them.’ He laughed. ‘Not one for physics?’ Julian asked. Alexander shook his head. ‘I’m a Humanities man, and I always have been. Now, off to bed, young man.’ He had a twinkle in his eye, but there was that commanding tone again. Julian could feel his heart pound in his groin. ‘Yes, sir,’ he said, and went up the stairs. Once in his room, Julian locked the door and stripped down to his onesie. He got on the bed and humped his pillow until he came and then wet himself, thinking of Alexander’s strong arms holding him down. Afterwards, he lay there panting for a long time. ‘This is bad,’ he mumbled. ‘This is really, really bad.’ If he’d ever wanted someone to be his daddy full time, it would have to be Alexander. He wasn’t sure anyone else could measure up.