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  1. All characters are adults. This is a work of fiction, not necessarily set in the real world. Every time your criticize online fetish erotica for being unrealistic, a fairy gets tax audited. The rest of the car ride was quiet, but not in a good way. Every little shift in someone’s seat, every bump on the road, every red light, even driving straight on a smooth road with light traffic—everything reverberated around the minivan’s interior. Anger and shame echoed off the glass. The click of the turn signal was deafening. And whenever another car pulled next to us at an intersection and either one of us made incidental eye contact with other drivers, the emotion in the car would somehow intensify. I would start tearing up again, but I dared not sob or sniffle my nose—that would only make things worse. My runny eyes and runny nose had already dripped down my face and on to my Sesame Street shirt and the straps of my overalls, but that was hardly the worst mess in my outfit. Lower down, my entire bottom was completely soaked; I’d wet my pants in the car. The wetness had dribbled down to my shoes and wicked up to the lower part of my shirt. My car seat was full of my naughty pee-pees, and I could almost feel it slosh around as we wove around traffic. It was cold now. The little toy mirror attached to my seat had somehow gotten pointed down, and a glance displayed a little baby who couldn’t hold on to use the potty like a big boy, and I just felt like crying again. And worst of all, I could already feel my tummy rumbling, and I would need the potty again soon. I’d never had a poopy accident before, but how could I possibly ask mommy for help now? I had hoped she would calm down during the car ride, but one shared glance in the rear-view mirror showed that wasn’t going to happen. Would I have have two accidents today?! Mercifully, we reached the driveway of our house. Unmercifully, mommy did not pull all the way into the garage. Instead, she parked outside, turned off the car, and turned around to face me. “I can’t believe you’ve had another accident! That’s the fourth time this week you went pee-pee in your nice clothes, and I have to get you cleaned up and clean up the mess you made! And all the bedwetting! Big boys use the potty! They don’t have accidents! Only babies do! Are you a baby?” Mommy’s upbraiding got me crying again. In between wails, I tried to say, “I’m sorry mommy!” but nothing intelligible came out. “I’ve had it with you! I don’t know a single other 34 year old who can’t control themselves. I know you’re big enough to hold your potties. So you must just be doing this to make mommy mad! Is that it?” I continued crying. “Well mission accomplished! So now I’m going to march you into the house, in broad daylight in front of all the neighbors so they can see what a little baby my supposed husband is, and you can stand in the naughty corner while I clean up your car seat.” With that, mommy pressed the button to open the sliding car door while she got out and stomped around the front. Reaching the door, she leaned over me and unbuckled my car seat, getting a real good view of how much I’d peed. “I guess you shouldn’t have had all that juice this morning, huh? Now get out.” I gingerly climbed out of the car and on to the pavement. Some of my cold pee-pee dribbled further down my pants, making me shiver. Now march! Double time! I waddled up the driveway, leaving bid wet footprints behind me. The neighbors were indeed getting an eyefull, watching the woman next door push her pathetic husband into the house with wet pants. What a loser! Mommy led me over to the corner of the living room, the naughty corner, to wait in time out. But then my tummy made another rumble, and I remembered that I still had to go poopy. “Mommy wait! I needa go potty!” “Oh no you don’t, mister! You’re not going to wiggle out of corner time that easily! Your ‘potties’ are all over your clothes and car seat, so I know that’s a lie!” “But mommy…” “No buts! If you so much as budge from that corner, you’re going to get the spanking of a lifetime!” And with that, mommy swooped right out of the room back outside to the driveway, leaving me in the corner. Pants full of pee. Shirt covered in tears and boogies. And a tummy full of poo-poo that really needed to come out. And so I started holding again. The wait dragged on as my tummy growled louder and louder, begging for relief. After a while, I could hear the car door close and the remote lock beep, and I could tell mommy was done cleaning and I could leave time out soon! I was gonna make it! But then I heard voices outside. It was Mrs. Whiting next door. She and mommy had stopped to talk! Oh no! I can’t hold on! “Mommy!” I shouted, the strain causing a little bit of poopy to poke out of my tushy. No answer. My strength giving out, my knees started to buckle, and I involuntarily squatted down. With my last little bit of strength, I squeezed as hard as my could for about a second, then a little fart escaped. My exhausted tushy fell limp, and I felt a real big poopy slide out. It felt firm at first as it shoved out of my body, but got squishy as it dropped into the bottom of my underpants and stretched it out. Another fart, then a second poopy came out, softer than the first. The sensations of all that yucky poopie squishing against me, the loud farting, and stink of my accident was all too much, and I started crying again. Tears were rolling down my cheeks, snot was oozing from my nose, and more pee-pee flowed into my pants as I started wetting again. I stood there and wailed for what felt like hours. During a break in my sobs, I could feel there was third wave of poopy inside me, blocked by the pile already sitting in my pants. I just wanted it out, so I squatted down some more and pushed. Another small squirt of pee came out, and then a glob of very mushy poop burst out of my… “Oh my god, you are not serious!” During all my crying, I hadn’t noticed mommy had come back in and was standing in the doorway. She saw her crying husband with a fresh puddle around his feet, squatting down and pooping his pants. “Now you’re messing yourself?!” I didn’t answer with any words, just a fresh round of crying. My face was purple now. I lightly stomped my feet, and a small piece of poopie dripped down my leg. Mommy swooped in, grabbed my by the ear, and whisked me upstairs. I wailed all the way into the bathroom. I wailed the whole time mommy swiped off my soggy shoes, my cold socks, my stained shirt, my dripping overalls, and finally, my wet and poopy underpants, slipping down my legs and landing on the floor with a thump. I stood naked in the bathroom, shivering with cold and fear. I knew what was coming. Mommy silently emptied my messy underwear into the toilet and put the rest of my clothes in the special hamper we have for my accident clothes. She also took a wet-wipe from the counter and gave my tush a cursory wipe, confirming the dread punishment I was in for. She turned on the bathtub faucet to let it fill, took the special hairbrush from the counter, lowered the toilet seat cover, sat down, and looked dead at me. “Come here.” “Please mommy, I’ll try harder! I won’t poop my pants again, I promise!” “I said, come here!” Quivering with pathetic fear, I gingerly walked over to mommy, and knelt down over her lap. “Do you know what you did wrong?” “I had a potty accident in my pants.” Tears were coming again. I put my hands behind my back. Without warning, mommy grabbed my two crossed wrists and began spanking. I started bucking and wailing as blows rained down on my reddening cheeks, mommy berating me with every stroke: “BIG! BOYS! DON’T! WET! Their PANTS! They USE! The POTTY! ONLY! BABIES! WET! And POOP! Their PANTS! ONLY! BABIES! CRY! STUPID! CRYING! PISSY! STINKY! BABY!” The room was awash in noise with mommy’s shouting, my crying, and the water faucet’s roar. It wasn’t until I cried so hard that I started choking on my own sobs that mommy finally relented. As suddenly as they began, the blows stopped and I was told to stand up again. Mommy put the brush away and turned the faucet off. She tested the water temperature, and motioned for me to get in. I gingerly lowered myself into the water, wincing as my red tushy touched the water. I sat down and just tried to catch my breath. I felt drained from everything that had happened, and I could only flop around limply while mommy took a bath sponge and started soaping me up. “I’m going to mark two accidents on your potty chart today. Do you know how many days this week you’ve been accident-free?” I shook my head no. “Just once, four days ago. And that’s only because I was being nice.” I remembered that trip to the potty. I had already dribbled a lot by the time I made it to the training potty in the hallway, and my underpants had a silver-dollar-sized wet spot on them. It sure felt like an accident, especially once I was finished and had to pull my cold underpants back up. And then, wet pants and tears three days in a row, finished off with a big poopy mess. “And you’re wetting the bed every night, too! That’s why you’re so tired and cranky during the day.” Mommy’s voice was softening. What did she mean? “I think someone’s not quite ready for big boy pants, hm?” Mommy took the shower spray and got my hair wet, then started massaging in shampoo. “If you can’t use the potty like a big boy, then the only solution is for you to start wearing your diapers again.” Oh no! Not that! Please! I’m not a baby! I’ll be good! I wanted to scream and thrash in the tub, but I was too tired, and all that came out was a moaned, “Noooo…” “I’m sorry, sweetie, but you’re still too little.” She started spraying the shampoo out of my hair. “If you can’t hold your pee-pees and poopies for the big boy potty, then you’re just going to have to wear diapers for all your accidents.” “No, no, no, no, no…” My moan was now barely a mutter. Everything inside me was gone. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t use the potty… I really was just a baby! Mommy pulled the plug in the bathtub and started toweling me off, even while I softly blubbered. “I think you’re going to need a nap once I get your diaper on.” “Noooo naaaap!” “I’m getting mighty sick of hearing you whine ‘no’ over and over again. Now lets go get your baby pants on, unless you just want to stand here naked all day? You want that? You want to make mommy mad?” Still quietly sobbing, I shuffled over toward my bedroom, if you could call it that. More like a nursery. Mommy wouldn’t let me sleep with her anymore since I kept wetting the bed, and that was usually where Mister Robert slept when he stayed over, so there was no room for me. I slept and took naps in the guest room instead, which mommy had decorated with teddy bear and train decals on the walls, and Sesame Street or Pup Patrol bedsheets, whichever set wasn’t in the washing machine, on the bed (along with an uncomfortable plastic sheet). Toddler toys and stuffed animals were strewn around the floor, and there was still a faint smell of pee-pee in the air from previous nights’ accidents. Once she ushered me into the room and closed the door, she walked over to a mini-fridge in the corner of the room and pulled out a bottle of milk. Silently, she put in the bottle warmer sitting on top, then strode over to the closet and retrieved an unopened bag of diapers (she’d bought them to threaten me a week ago), a big beach towel, and a small bag I’d never seen before. All with a kind of scary efficiency, she unfurled the towel on the floor and set the diapers and bag down next to it. She turned to me with a cold look. “Lay down.” “Please, mommy…” She looked at her once-husband, still softly sobbing, cheeks wet with tears, a fresh coating of snot bubbling out of my nose and down over my mouth and down my chin, clutching a towel over my shoulders, shivering, my little pee-pee shriveled up even more than usual… A one-time junior law partner reduced to something so… “Pathetic,” she muttered. “I said, lay down.” “But I don’ wanna…” “LAY DOWN FOR YOUR DIAPER OR I SWEAR…” I crept a little closer, and then mommy grabbed my arm and, somehow without throwing me, quickly put me on my back on the makeshift changing pad, almost pinning me. She opened the plastic bag of diapers, pulled one out and started fluffing it, making sure I got a good look at the design. It was decorated with baby circus animals, each wearing its own diaper, and a few with pacifiers, baby bottles, rattles, and other infantile things. Once she was done fluffing, she opened it wide. “Lift your butt, diaper boy.” I never stopped sobbing. I obeyed and lifted my hips slightly, and mommy slid my diaper under me. Reaching into the mysterious bag, she then produced a bottle of baby powder and started sprinkling its snow all over my little pee-pee and tushy, rubbing it in with her other hand. I was embarrassed, but I liked the scent. Finally, she folded my diaper up over me, its cushioned stuffing hugging all my potty parts, and fastened the tapes. The whole time, she muttered, “Can’t use the toilet, can’t use the plastic potty in the hall, can’t hold his piss in the car, and now can’t hold his poop. Baby diapers it is.” The whole time, I just kept crying. “I’ll have to get a changing table for you, so I don’t have to bend over on the floor.” Once I was taped up, she got up and went to my dresser to get a new shirt. I sat up and looked at the puffy, crinkly diaper bulging between my legs. Every time I moved, the plastic crackled like firecrackers. I gingerly reached down to feel the plastic… “NO! You may not remove your diapers! Understand?” She lightly smacked my hand. “Now stand up.” I got up from the towel, trying to adjust my stance for all the padding between my legs. As I steadied myself, a long string of snot dripped down from my nose onto the towel. “Ugh, gross,” mommy said in disgust. She reached down back into the bag and got a pack of baby wipes. She took one and started roughly wiping my face down, removing the tears and snot. “You’re just a mess on both ends, aren’t you? Now arms up.” I complied, and she brought down a clean t-shirt over my head, one that had “BABY” in toy blocks printed on the front, and was just a little short, leaving my diaper on full display. “Now get into bed for your nap. Your bottle should be ready now.” I mournfully shuffled over to my bed and pulled back the sheets. Even after washing, there was still a dingy yellow stain there from repeated wettings, a reminder of why I was in the predicament. As I laid down, mommy came over with a warm bottle… and Jake. Jake was my best friend. He never yelled at me when I had accidents. He never called me stupid or smelly. He was always ready to give me hugs and comfort me. He wasn’t just my best friend, he was my only friend. I was so grateful Jake would stay with me for my nap. I reached out for him and clutched him close. “Now drink this. Maybe then you’ll calm down.” I was reluctant, since I wasn’t thirsty, and I was worried I’d wet the bed again if I drank anything. I shook my head no. “Well if you’re going to nap without your bottle, maybe you can nap without Jake.” I squeezed Jake tighter and moaned. “Then open up.” I opened my mouth a little and mommy slid the nipple in. Without thinking, I started suckling, and the warm milk started squirting out into my mouth, down my throat, and into my tummy. Mommy gently guided my free hand over the bottle and helped me grasp it, then pulled up the sheets. “Now don’t get out of bed until I tell you, and don’t try to take off your diaper. Just drink your bottle, and I’ll do some laundry.” With that, she turned off the lights, left the room, and closed the door. I kept suckling my bottle on autopilot while I looked at my situation. I was back in diapers, and I didn’t know how long until mommy let me try to potty train. I reached down under the blankie and felt the plastic covering my pee-pee. I knew I wouldn’t get the bed all wet, but I was still sad I couldn’t be a big boy anymore. I took the bottle out of my mouth and turned to Jake. “Can I still be a big boy?” I listened to Jake’s answer, then I responded. “I guess so. Mommy knows best.” I kept suckling the warm milk out of the bottle until it was all done. I was so sleepy from all the chaos that’d happened. Just as it was empty, I let the bottle fall from my mouth and hugged Jake tighter. At least I was warm. Warm from the milkies, warm from my blankie, warm from Jakie, and warm in my diapie… Did I just have another accident? I fell asleep before I could answer.
  2. [I wrote this story on last year's Halloween night, it contains wetting, regression, messing, diapers & ABDL content. I've updated it a little since, be here it is a few months later. Enjoy!] On October 31st 2021, a mysterious live stream appeared on one of the most popular livestreaming platform of the web. This would mark the beginning of a disappearance case still active to this day, as well as the stream itself. From one source who supposedly watched the original airing of the livestream, the title of said stream use to read, Ghosts & Spirits Episode 2: Live from Hell School. From the data available online, the stream peaked at a measly 36 viewers during it's airing. Now having hundreds of thousands of views total, and a regular watcher count around 300 everyday to check on updates still 3 years later. Coming on at 22:43 as indicated in the top corner of the digital camera, a pair of shoes in an empty parking lot is the first thing we see. Chatter from two individual is going on at the same time. The camera pans for a shot, revealing two women standing there. The girl in front of the shot gets ready and start talking. Welcome to Ghosts & Spirits! As always I'm your host Mia, the witch of Hartford! The goth girl, wearing a somber attire presented her team. Her black hair and make-up, including black lipstick and eyeshadow, showed off her style. Wearing a black hoodie with the show's logo upon it, you could see her black metal band tank-top underneath with a great pair of breasts showing a cute cleavage. She wore crimson colored pants, tight against her nice physique and a pair of combat boots. She turned to her co-host. I'm here with my expert and co-host, the always great Mara! What is up guys? You don't want to miss tonight's Halloween Special! The pretty fit girl exclaimed to the camera. Her short slicked hair, light make-up and glasses presented a welcoming personality. Wearing the team hoodie, you could see her tight grey t-shirt underneath with some black jeans and low heeled shoes to complete her look. She smiled and pointed at the person filming. We also have the amazing Kim behind the lens! Not immediately shown, was Kim. A tomboy kind of girl, she wore the hoodie zipped up all the way with baggy skater pants and pair of black Converse type shoes. Her shorter hair hidden under a backward baseball cap of her favorite team. Giving a thumbs up to the duo in front of her to acknowledge the smooth running of the show, Mia continued the introduction. We're here at what may be the most haunted place in America! The Coloria used to be just like any other little school. It served as a kindergarten and first years of school for the kids of this little town. Not much is known about what happened here and why it has been closed down for the last 15 years. What's even more strange is apparently everything inside was left intact in a hurry. What could have happened to trigger such a drastic move? We are gonna find out tonight! Indeed Mia. This place has yet to be investigated by any professional paranormal organization, though it's legend is growing on the web. From message boards, to countdown videos about scary places, we saw the Coloria appear from nowhere as a strange destination. Well we're here to find out. Just to explain to you guys, we're doing things a little different this time around. In the first episode, we released the final edited cut to our site, but some people called for faking our content. With the rising popularity of IRL streaming, we decided to make the show a live event! From now on, well show everything from start to finish of an investigation. Then we'll edit a regular episode for a quicker viewing experience! Panning the shot at the old abandoned building, the trio advanced toward a chain link fence. Quickly jumping over it, Kim stops to film a warning sign which read Private Property. They get to the front door, and surprisingly find it unlocked. Mia looks back at the camera while slowly opening the cringing door. As they walk through the lobby, they film and commentate on the abandoned secretary desk, some children stalls left with dusty clothes and supplies. They get past this section after a few seconds of chilling examination of the administrative wing. In the silence, you can only hear their steps cracking on the dilapidated floors. They get to a hallway, where three branches starts. Right ahead, a dark and large corridor which their respective flashlights can't even reveal the end. To their left, a sign which indicates the kindergarten wing. To their right, another displaying playroom and gymnasium. The trio stops in their tracks, getting ready to give another speech to the camera. As they position themselves, Mia takes a breath in and begin explaining the location. So we made it in. This is the main hallway of the building. As some of you who knows a bit about this place, this is where Urbx335 posted the original photography of this place before disappearing. We already went through the administration, where that anonymous video saw something in the shadows and ran out. For now it is deadly quiet here, nothing to report. We are ready to screen this whole place in a few moments, but first let's try with our recorders to pickup some action shall we? Lifting a digital recorder, both hunters waited with muttered breath for a sound. As nothing happened, Mia called for a spirit or a ghost. Still nothing. Trying for a few minutes, the trio decided to move on from this attempt. As Mia and Mara lowered their capturing devices, you could hear Kim gasping behind the camera. Guys, we've got something. A spike on the voice recorder. As the duo in sight stopped and were about to approach the recording screen, something of frame slammed the door behind Kim from where they came. As they stood still, Mia asked; What was that? Do you guys think we're not alone right now? Is somebody on the stream fucking with us? If you're stream snipping us right now to scare us, come on. This is serious. Am I crazy or... Holy Shit... What Is That... As a wind like sound could be heard on the recording, you could only see the hosts standing while terrified by something behind the camera. In a chaotic development, Mara let out a high pitch scream like a little girl while darting for the left door, disappearing off the frame. A quick pan at Mia's frozen look of fear lasted for a few seconds, before the shot quickly lowered to a full frame shot of the goth's crotch. A massive wet stain growing between the thighs of Mia's red pants. Before she could turn around to film, something knocked out Kim and the camera to the ground. As the feed blurred and moved fast, it finally stopped with a shot of the hallway in a crooked position. Kim swiftly appeared floating, tugged by her underwear as a invisible being threw her by a wedgie into the playroom's door. As she screamed, the door slammed behind her leaving Mia still frozen on the ground now laying on her belly. Facing the camera, the goth played dead while trying to sneak a look at what's behind the frame. Closing her eyes in terror, her breathing picked-up and she blew her cover. As a shadow figure walked past her and the camera she stood still, trembling. The creature stopped at Mia's feet before grabbing one of her boot. As it started to pull away the host from the shot, she pleaded while looking straight at the viewers. Mommy... MOMMY!!! HAAA!!!! She started to scream as the pace of the ghost flew by and she disappeared further down the dark corridor, like she got dragged into the ether. Leaving the camera still, in a deafening silence. With the same shot left for a while. The image stayed frozen from 23:01 until 4:54 am with only the time moving in the corner and a few dust particles flying by the shot. Finally a movement from behind the camera. Someone picked it up slowly, and repositioned it with a great frame. After a few seconds of standing still with a similar shot to the previous presenting one, the person started to walk toward the right door. Entering the playroom, it stood toward the locker room for the mini gymnasium of the building. Watching and filming, Kim could be seen exiting the lockers dressed differently. Waddling, she ran track around the gym in silence. Crinkling. The camera distorted, switching to what seemed like a previous event. From inside the locker room, you hear a scream approaching. Kim flies threw the door, stopping after colliding with a stall. Trying to get up, she is immobilized by an invisible form. Her hats flies across the room, before her hoodie is ripped open and removed. She stands fighting her shackles, as her pastel pink shirt is revealed. She tries to curse the thing attacking her, but it seems her mouth is magically muffled. At a violent pace, her baggy pants are ripped clean off her body leaving her pantsless and exposing her blue granny panties. She looks down as her shirt is getting tugged. Finally it's taken off in a similar fashion, leaving her stripped. The shot zooms in to her panty and her exposed breast, which looked almost inexistant like an A size at most. She didn't even wear a bras under her shirt as she didn't need one. She struggles as she can finaly speak again, which she responds to a voice we can't hear on the stream. She seems panicked and furious. No! I'm not a boy! Shut up! I'm a woman.! What!? Please NO! She seems to faint, her head falling down unconscious. At the same time a zoom on her crotch once again happens. As you can see pee starting to dribble from her underwear onto the floor, the panty gets ripped of in an instant, exposing a peeing smooth shaven pussy. The camera glitches for a second, just enough for a couple of frames, before it returns to her crotch shot. But now instead of her privates free for all to see, a blue boy themed diaper put on mid-piss. She continued to helplessly urinate into the fresh diaper, already turning it wet and yellowed. As the camera de-zoomed, her whole attire changed. Now with a bowl haircut, she stood only in her big diaper spreading her legs apart and a pair of blue booties. A blue pacifier in her mouth shutting her up with a lanyard clipped on her waistband. Her itty bitty tits out, she tried to cover in shame but before long it seemed the voice spoke again off camera. Mmph! Nmph! She begged under her sucker, before leaving the locker room waddling awkwardly. As the camera switched back after a distortion, we found the feed back into the gymnasium from before. Connecting the two previous shots, the boyish Kim waddled and tried to run around the gym doing laps, as her full diaper sloshed and crinkled around and around... and around. Cutting back to the hallway, the mysterious camera man crossed over to the kindergarten section opening the door and walking in. As it walked through a classroom with small tables and chairs you could hear a female voice mumbling and struggling with something. As it approached a dark silhouette in a crouching position, you could hear frustrated cries and complaining in weird babbles. As it got close enough, you began to see a pair of black jeans, a black hoodie and a pair of low heeled shoes laying on the floor. Getting into frame was the twitchy Mara. Sitting on a training potty in her remaining clothes, he looked confused as to what was happening. Crying under a pacified mouth, the camera zoomed in on the shaking girl's privates. Sitting on the potty, she was done peeing but still had her panties on. They were drenched in urine, as was the floor around, after her seat overflowed in seconds of using it. Not understanding the potty made her fussy. Under her binkie she babbled. I don't understand how it works! Stop laughing! No I don't want to fail my training! I'M A BIG GIRL! Can someone show me!? I need to... Ugh! Grabbing her stomach in pain, her face cringed as she lifted her butt a bit and emptied her bowel into her pants still sitting on the potty. Quickly realizing the failure, she started to cry even more while begging someone to not regress her back, but alas she had just failed potty training. The camera left the crying woman while you could hear in the distance the sounds of crinkling approach her. The person walked out of the room finding the corridor once again. This time it looked at the long hall. Diving into the darkness, a few moments were spent in silence with nothing visible on the feed. A faint light appeared behind a closed door, which was slowly opened. Inside the room, a night light was plugged in an outlet. A crib was in the middle of the room, with someone laying inside. The camera slowly panned over the edge of the crib, revealing a changed Mia. She stood there in a pink princess onesie, diaper peeking on each side of her waist and crotch like she wore at least triple the protection needed. She had pigtails and a bedazzled pacifier in her mouth. She still had the same look of fear than before, trying to hide her face with an extra small blanky at the thing filming her. Laying on her back with her legs spread, she waited for the person's response. Out of frame a small clown plushy appeared and got shaken like a baby toy. You could see Mia's reaction in an instant, as she tried to hide, suckling her paci faster and faster. You could hear the loud muffled hissing coming from her diaper, having once again an accident. She wiggled a bit to try to get away. Mph! Mph! The plush disappeared and another one came into frame. This time a spider plush, inoffensive and cute even. She squealed under her gag like a scared baby, crying. The bottom of her crotch expanding with a massive sound. FWUMP! Sniffling under her massive soiling, the plush was taken away once again. After a princess doll was brought up, Mia reached in desperation. Grabbing it, she hugged it and instantly fell asleep in her mess, suckling back on the paci aggressively. Drool started to drip all over her chin and onesie as she slept away the monsters. The camera turned away and walked back into the abyss. After that, the feed remained dead and in complete darkness for the next week. On the 7th day of radio silence, the feed lagged back into live action. A simple shot of a board on the wall was in frame. It showed a Potty Chart for the kindergarten. On it, some random names of kids and their ages. 95% of the time we could see sunny days, with maybe a little rain from time to time. However through the chart we could see something different. Coloria's Little Potty Trainer's Chart Name/Day Monday Tuesday Wed Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday Jimmy 4 🌞 🌞 🌞 🌞 🌞 - - Claudia 3 🌞 🌞 🌞 🌧️ 🌞 - - Mia 21 ⛈️ ⛈️ 🌩️⛈️ ⛈️ 🌩️ 🌧️ ⛈️ Mara 22 🌧️ ⛈️ 🌧️ ⛈️ ⛈️ ⛈️ 🌞 Kimmy 19 🌧️ 🌞 🌧️ 🌧️ ⛈️ 🌞 🌧️ Jen 4 🌞 🌞 🌞 🌞 🌞 - - The chart would stay on stream for a whole week, before cutting off for a few minutes. When it would return, the results changed. Even the names for the most part changed, except for the three ghost hunters name and a few others. People have theorized the first names that stays and keep failing are the lost souls who adventured into the school. Even after an investigation, nothing was found by the authorities. Worse, the location from most internet sites about to whereabouts of this said Coloria School seemed false. They couldn't even find the building. As people tune in to the now titled Potty Chart Stream, they await further development. Some people suspect an ARG type of content or an elaborate creepypasta, but after some people came forward like Mia's parent pleading for their daughter to come home, the truth remains unknown. The End..?
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    cute mother daughter turning into a girl on girl fantasy(i might be wrong u will just have to watch it)
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  7. From the album: OmutsuSama´s Omorashi/ABDL Art

    Which of these three doors you think your worth to enter? Enjoy it!

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  8. This is a story I started writing quite some time ago, as an interactive book. I was actually considering releasing it on Kindle as an interactive book, back when there was a big fad for those things (the Algorithm was basically rewarding authors by recommending books where readers skip back and forth in the text a lot). This is interactive. I've written several full paths through the story, but some of them are still incomplete. And I think posting it might help to boost my motivation to keep working on it. I'll post it one chapter at a time, and give you the options that would have been at the end of the chapter. After a week, if people prefer a particular option, I will continue with that one; writing the missing chapters if necessary. If there's no response, I might continue with a random selection, but I think that might be a clue that this isn't a story people are interested in. Anyway, without further ado… Birthday Games [0] Once Upon a Time Karin sauntered down the street, arms swinging happily. It was her birthday today, and she was expecting a truly spectacular present from me. I was pretty confident she’d love it, we’d discussed what it was going to be so many times over the last three months. I’d been clever with my words, though, so she had no idea what to expect as she headed into college. There was a steady breeze, and her hair whipped back like a waving flag. Even though it was long enough to reach her shoulders, it rarely touched them, preferring to stick out in all directions. Since she’d had it dyed platinum blonde, she looked more than ever like a dandelion clock. I thought it was adorable, and now she was starting to bloom with enough confidence to take pride in her natural style; going with what worked for her, rather than following whatever style the media currently declared to be fashionable. Her arms stopped swinging when she heard a chiming sound from her bag. She was carrying two bags today. One was a medium size backpack, which she’d picked up on the way out of the house without really thinking about it. She assumed it contained her present, which in a way it did, so she wasn’t going to peek inside until she felt it was an appropriate time to open it. The sound, though, came from the purse slung over her shoulder. This was a fashionable bag, just large enough to carry a Moleskine notebook, a pair of sunglasses just in case, and other essentials like her student bus pass. Today, it contained a cell phone. It was a little smaller than the one she’d been using for the last couple of years, and a sleek lilac finish that seemed to reflect every colour of the rainbow when it caught the light at the right angle. The only breaks in the iridescent coating were a few buttons around the edge, and the screen which occupied most of one side. Right now it was showing a spiral in shifting purple hues, matching the styling of the hardware. This was a present that had taken a lot of thought, she knew. As she looked at it, wondering what to do next, words rippled into view at the centre of the swirl. « Happy Birthday Princess » The letters were bold and simple, but still gave the impression of ornate handwriting with a few subtle swooshes. Beneath them, more words appeared like handwriting, but the invisible pen always making clockwise loops around each character. « A Fantasy Game of Wish Fulfillment » « Are you ready, Princess? » The question mark developed with a huge swirl, taking up most of the screen, and Karin found her eyes following the end of the line as it looped around, and around, and around to form a second spiral almost aligned with the one in the background. She was still walking slowly as she watched, but a good deal slower than her usual breezy pace now. She didn’t even notice that she nodded as she read the question, but it seemed the new phone did. The programmers were very skilled, and the special application was designed to track the movement of her eyes across the screen. As long as she played the game, she wouldn’t need to give a single thought to the controls. « Choose Your Theme, Princess » «Bliss» - «Challenge» - «Humiliation» - «Magic» Her eyes danced across the labels, each emblazoned on a pastel pink diamond with its own spirals mirroring the background of the whole screen. She glanced at all the options, of course, but this time the game was watching how long her eyes lingered on each, her gaze flickering back and forth between two or three favourites before returning to the centre of the spiral. She turned left onto Charter Street, a quiet tree-lined avenue. She’d walked this route often enough that she didn’t pay attention to the landmarks on a normal day, whether she was concerned with talking on the phone, speculating about what I was going to surprise her with today, or composing a mental rough draft of one of her papers for college. Staring at the phone wasn’t any more distraction, and there was nobody else around at this time of day. This shortcut wasn’t on the way to college for students coming from the low-rent accommodations most of them were limited to, so depending on the time of her first lecture she would often have the whole walk to herself. « Thank you for your choice, Princess » She blinked in surprise, wondering when she’d even made a choice. [2] (In this case, I'm not offering the choice because all the chapters I've already written go in the same direction; although I might do a second book if I have any ideas for the others) The swirling, nebulous text faded away and a picture slid on from the side of the screen. It was clearly Karin, drawn in an anime style by an artist who knew how to represent just how attractive she was. It left no doubt that her small stature, wild hair, and almond eyes combined to create a stunningly beautiful figure. She knew right away that this present had been programmed from scratch just for her; if there had been any doubt in her mind before. The caption at the top of the screen said ‘magic’, and the picture beneath split into two. Karin dressed as a wizard, with a flowing but somehow revealing robe and a pointed hat, stared in rivalry at Karin with a tiny dress of pink gossamer and glittering fairy wings. [3] Submissive Her eyes darted right as the two versions separated, and the wizard quickly vanished from the screen. That was one choice I hadn’t been able to guess which she would go for, so I had given my full attention to both scripts. The next question was in the same style. At the top of the screen was a caption, ‘Humiliation’, and below it the fairy Karin divided into two different images. One, however, had her fairy dress trimmed down to the absolute minimum required by decency, flesh on show in a display you wouldn’t normally associate with a fairy. The other seemed almost like her natural self, but maybe more innocent and childlike. A naïve young fairy, sitting on the ground amid a scattering of broken plates. Both options this time were blushing heavily, and it didn’t take much thought to work out what the game was asking. She must have chosen humiliation from the first menu, and now the game wanted to know if she would rather have the main character in her story humiliated as a slut, or as a klutz. She blushed for a second as she thought of all the things that could happen, with either option. She wasn’t sure if the game was going to end up humiliating the character on screen, who looked so much like her, or if the magic would extend outside the game somehow to embarrass her for real. But either way, the thought of the possible shame made her blush as vividly as either of the fairy princesses on the screen. [4] Clumsy Then the slut fairy vanished, and the klutz shifted to the centre of the screen. That was a surprise to her, and to me as well when the app notified me of her choice. Karin loved being made to act like a slut, showing off her body or casually flirting in ways she’d never have the nerve for if she could choose. She’d told me many times over the last six months that it was one of her favourite things about being in a relationship with a master hypnotist. Today, it seemed, she wanted to try something a little different. The image on screen faded again, broken crockery vanishing and the fairy’s clothes becoming less rumpled as she got to her feet. Then there was a wand in her hand, and she smiled the smile of the truly oblivious. “Hello!” the fairy spoke, and her voice came through Karin’s bluetooth earpiece as well as subtitles on the screen. Karin was smart enough to recognise her own voice put through a few digital filters, but didn’t think to ask how we’d got the original recordings without her remembering. “My name’s Birthday, and my job is granting people’s wishes when they really deserve it! Today I’m going to tell you a story about when I gave a princess a very special wish, but it didn’t quite go like I hoped. Oh, I know!” A light bulb popped up above the fairy’s head, and Karin couldn’t help giggling at the slightly cheesy theatrics. She couldn’t wait to see how this was going to go, and automatically found herself looking around to make sure she was alone. She noticed two things then. First, that the game on this mysterious phone seemed to pause when she looked away. This confirmed her guess that it was watching her eye movements, a new control method that our friend Donald had been talking about for some time. He was hoping this was the innovation in user interface design that would make him a fortune, and from how naturally it had read her preferences so far, Karin had to admit that maybe he was on to something. The second thing she noticed was the large clock on St Bart’s church tower at the end of the avenue. She was more than an hour early for her first lecture, presumably having set her alarm for the wrong time in her excitement the night before. That meant she could afford to take a walk around the park, the site of the old Freeman’s Quarry. “Why don’t we act it out?” the fairy continued as soon as Karin looked back at the screen, “I’ll play the fairy, Birthday, and you can play Princess Karin! Have you got time to have some fun?” Karin nodded, but this time the game wasn’t waiting for an answer; it already knew she had time, and the question was just a formality. “This story happened on the Princess’s most special birthday, her coming of age day. This is something that happens to Princesses when they get to a certain age, when they’re … umm … how old is it?” A selection of ages appeared on the screen, numbers from 14 to 21 in the same style as the options from the first menu. Karin figured that this story would be most interesting if the character had just enough youthful naïvete, but was old enough to be corrupted by whatever kind of sexy shenanigans I had envisioned. Her eyes wavered back and forth between the «16» and «18» bubbles, and when the bubbles popped she found that she had no idea which one her eyes might have darted to first. But she knew for sure that this year was her special birthday, and the whole kingdom would be celebrating as the princess turned… What age did she choose? (if people have preferences, let me know. And if there's anything else you'd like to see, let me know – it's never too late to make adjustments. I think her initial age doesn't have that much direct effect on the story, but I'm open to new ideas) Thanks for reading so far 🙂
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    The ABDL clinic offers many facilities to train your sub back to babyhood. Now, with their new robotic nurse technology, patients can be nursed almost without human intervention for the convenience of jelous partners.

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    ____________________________________________ Description(found on website)(edited): P1: Nanny put baby Sasha in to a cute clear Plastic Dress and a diaper with plastic pants, which she wets, and then Nanny changes her. P2: Sasha is tired, so its time for Nanny to put her to bed in soft sumptuous Plastic Bed Sheets!. P3: Nanny has her bottle ready and gives it to sasha who starts sucking away. And once done, she drifts off to sleep sleep sucking on her pacifier. Her regression from a grown woman to baby is now complete! ____________________________________________ (File List contains Zip file for non premium users who are limited to 3 downloads a day, like myself😆)
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    'Spider-Man didn't really know why Doc Ock had used Mary Jane as a test experiment, for a new regressive formula. But his Spider Sense was almost useless to him now, constantly alerting him to his girlfriends soiled diaper, rather than danger aroud the city.'
  13. 'Alice was beginning to wonder if eating the drinking all these strange things in DiaperLand was having a negative affect on her. She was pretty sure that at one point she hadn't needed diapers at all, but it was becoming harder to remember.'
  14. The start of another story. I wrote this one ages ago, and it's been available on Amazon for years, but I'd love to share it with anyone who hasn't seen it before. So if there's anyone who's like me to keep on posting this one, please let me know 🙂 There's a little relationship drama there, and someone who really needs a break from that drama so she can be a toddler again. A Little Break - Day 1 / Chapter 1: Introduction "You want to talk to somebody?" It was a tough question, but I knew I had to ask. I might not like what she had to say, and she might not want to tell me. But I knew Lynn had been through some pretty tough times lately, and if I couldn't do anything else I could at least offer a disinterested ear for any personal problems. "You've seen the shitstorm on Facebook, everybody knows more about me than they'd ever want to." She wasn't crying, but the bitterness in her voice made it clear that was more through force of will than any level of happiness. She could be on the point of breaking down in despair or lashing out in rage, or balancing an a narrow tightrope of sanity between the two with an equal pull in either direction. "I haven't," I answered, wishing I was close enough to offer a hug. "Lynn, I saw enough to realise a bunch of guys I don't know are being assholes to an old friend. I don't want to know what they have to say, because I know it won't be the truth. If you want to tell me what's happened, then I'll know, and you know I won't judge you.for anything. If you don't want to talk, then it's none of my business." "You want to know?" "A lot of problems are easier to deal with if you share them. I want to help you if I can." "You're not going to join in the slanderfest, or–" "Lynn," I interrupted, hoping it was the right thing to set her mind at rest. "I've been kicked out of online sadomasochist communities because of the things I'm interested in. I have to keep some things hidden even from groups whose defining feature is accepting other people's quirks. I'm not going to look down on anyone, because I know what it's like. And I doubt there's anything you can say that I haven't heard before. I'm not going to demand you tell me, because that's not my place. But if you want to share the situation with somebody who'll still be here for you..." "Thanks," she nodded slowly. "I think you must have some idea what's going on anyway. Everybody's talking about it, right?" "I've not been to a convention in four years. I don't hear anything from most of the people you know, I guessed that's why you got back in touch. I just know there's a bunch of people calling you all kinds of things that I'd rather not believe. I think I saw like one picture, but I don't know why that's got anyone so upset." The picture had been a typical selfie, showing off a new outfit, and seemed to be where this whole mess had started. I'd noticed it, a little smile to see that Lynn had her hair in bunches again, just like she had in college. I'd noticed a pacifier on the table behind her. I'd seen the top comment from a mutual friend asking if they were expecting a baby, and her husband Clark had given a multi-page response with such bile in the first few words that I'd stopped reading before finding out what he was so angry about. But the same picture had popped up every time I checked my messages for a few days, and it had been a real effort of will not to dive into the hundreds of replies from people I didn't know and people who must have changed so much since we'd last spoken. Lynn's later posts had been deliberately vague, trying to keep on with the normal blend of online socialising. But she'd attracted nothing but hate from people who were supposed to be her friends. And a week later, she was sending me a message out of the blue, asking if my current flatmates would have a problem with a couch-surfing friend. She needed a break, she said, cabin fever or something spending every day with the same few people. "You didn't see Clark's rant?" "I saw a wall of text, and people responding with angry or sympathetic cartoon faces. I don't read stuff like that online, especially when it's someone I don't really know talking about an old friend." "Thanks. Guess you're the only friend I got left now, then." This time, I could offer a hug. I didn't think about what was appropriate, I just saw a good friend – no matter how many years we hadn't really talked for – on the verge of tears. I put my arms round her shoulders and held her head against my chest as she started to sob. And maybe for once I found the right thing to do. She held me tightly and cried. I didn't say anything else, I didn't want to bring bad memories to the surface. Sometimes just being there is enough to help. "I think I want you to know," Lynn muttered indistinctly after a few minutes. "Before you offer me space here, you deserve to know what I've done so even Clark doesn't want me around. Better to hear it from me, before I got my hopes up." "I don't let my friends down," I said, "There's nothing you could say that would change that. You can tell me, but don't get worried about that. And if you're nervous about telling me, maybe I can help with that. If you want me to." "You have ways of making me talk?" A momentary grin broke through the storm of emotions, as she remembered something that had once made her smile a lot. "You're still practising that hypnosis thing?" "Occasionally. And if it makes things easier for you, that would justify all the time I spent learning it." "Wondering if you can turn me into a brainwashed sex slave while I'm vulnerable?" she asked, a little sarcasm evident. Given some of my interests, at least the ones I'd admitted to college friends, it could have been a serious worry. But I was sure she knew me well enough to know how much value I put on consent. "Or can you just force me to admit my big secret now the rest of the world seems to know?" "I'm not really into force," I had to think about that answer for a few seconds. When I started learning hypnosis, Lynn had been one of the friends willing to let me experiment, and I knew that she had a submissive streak a mile wide. I really wasn't interested in making anyone do something against their will, and wouldn't have tried that even if there was a reliable way to make it happen. But with Aimee and Lynn, who loved so much to feel helpless and out of control, I was happy to help them feel like puppets, or like helpless victims of my mental powers. "You know that's not my style. Maybe I'd make it a little easier for you to answer questions, help you to believe that you're not going to freak me out. But if you want to be interrogated," I gave a little shrug with one shoulder, and felt her head move slightly against my chest, "Well, if that makes you feel better, I'm sure it would be fun." "There's some stuff I started doing," she spoke slowly, carefully, "Stuff I never even thought about before. I bet even your S&M friends would call me a freak. And things I've asked Clark if we can try. And stuff I'm too nervous to even mention to him. Every time I asked for something, he'd tell me I was weird. Sometimes he'd do it, and make a big deal out of how messed up it is, so like I really owe him. Or he might do it, but it's got to lead to sex. That doesn't always feel natural, but I guess once I got what I want it's got to be his turn. Sometimes I ask too much, and he just says no. But there was just this one time I crossed a line, I guess. He said no, not now, not ever. And then a week later, I shared a picture online, and one of our friends might maybe have guessed something. And Clark doesn't want everybody to think he's the freak, so he comes right out and tells the world, telling all our friends what I'd been keeping secret," "Wow," I whispered. I wasn't sure what else to say, but I had to try. "Wow, that must be tough." It took a lot of willpower not to say that her husband sounded like a controlling jerk, or that he didn't deserve her. That wasn't what she needed to hear. I knew more than a few friends who had been forced to choose between someone they loved, and a fetish that made them feel alive. At least this guy had tried, that had to be worth something. "Yeah. It's not that bad, really. He did so much for me, even when it wasn't something that turns him on, you know? I don't want you thinking I hate him. It's just, now everybody knows, it's like all our friends are united to protect him from me. I don't know if I'll be able to get over that. It's like everyone's looking at me, everyone knows what a freak I am. And I don't know how I can go back to a normal life." "I can't tell you how to deal with that, I'm afraid. I ended up having to find a completely new group of friends when my secrets came out. But you know, some of those people might not be thinking the worst. Maybe they're interested in something similar. If the Internet has taught me one thing, it's that no matter what you're into, you'll never be the only one. And your secret shame probably seems a much bigger deal to you than it does to anyone else." "I wish. If you knew, you wouldn't want me staying here." "This... secret, this whatever it is, does it involve hurting someone who doesn't like it? No? Then it's nobody else's business, and I'm sure there's stranger things out there. You've found a guy who's willing to indulge you sometimes, right? So maybe once tempers have cooled down a bit, he'll admit he wants you back. There's a bright side, right?" "I guess so," I couldn't see her expression, while she kept her head pressed close against me. I didn't know what she was feeling at that point. "Let me guess, you're going to say that I should have married you instead, and you'd have been playing along with my sick fantasies for years. Right?" "I don't know what it is," another half shrug, "But I'd probably have given it a try, if you asked. 'Don't knock it until you tried it' is practically my middle name, right?" "Maybe I should ask you, then. I mean, Clark keeps telling me it's not something a normal couple does, so..." "So maybe it's okay to try with your friends? Well it's not like he'd be missing out. So if it's something I might be interested in, then I'll be sure to let you know... Or if you're still nervous, I can make it a little easier for you to say." "Can you make me forget?" Now she pulled away a moment to look up into my eyes. "Make me tell you, and then forget, so I'm not so embarrassed by sharing something so..." "Probably not as strange as you think. But if that's what you want, I'm sure I can help you." She nodded enthusiastically. "Just making it clear," I made sure to hold her gaze, making sure she was taking in everything I was saying. If I was going to hypnotise her again, then I needed to draw a line in the sand. I would always tell her what was on offer up front, when we could both be sure she wasn't being unduly influenced by any kind of suggestions I might have given her. In a dominance and submission game, or S&M in some ways, my partner might be unable to disagree with me, or unable to remember exactly what was happening, or have her ability to think clearly restricted. So I would always, always make sure they knew at the start exactly what was going to happen. The invisible sign in the air now would read 'This is your last chance to change your mind'. Even when the aim of a session was to help a friend relax, like now, I'd gotten into the habit of confirming what she wanted in the same way. Because no matter what we're getting up to, I think that safety and consent have to come first. I also love to see their reactions; that mix of nervousness and excitement before riding a mental rollercoaster. And from the wide eyes and the blush rising in her cheeks, Lynn still loved that line in the sand as much as I did. "I'm going to guide you into trance, and see if any of the things I taught you in college are still there in your mind. Maybe a little fractionation to help you sink deeper into trance, if necessary, and then you're going to find yourself waking up in a very calm and relaxed state. The questions I ask you about will seem completely normal, the kind of everyday minutia you might tell anyone who asked. You won't feel any negative emotions linked to any of the memories you tell me about, and if they're things you've been told you should be ashamed of, you won't realise that while we're talking. Everything will be as normal as if I was asking the name of your cat, or asking for directions. Any worries, whether about my questions or your answers, won't come to mind and you will answer honestly without thinking twice. "I'll ask you about these desires that you've been keeping secret, that are causing you some worry now. You will be able to answer without feeling bad. And then if it's something that I'd be comfortable helping you to enjoy, I'll tell you that, and I'll make sure that you remember that detail at least. And I'll do what I can to offer you a place safe from the harshness of other people's opinions, and make as much effort as I can to help you enjoy the next week. Then, after we've had this little discussion, I'll give you the option to forget part or all of it. So you will know that we've talked, but you will only remember as many details as you want to." I licked my lips, stalling for time for just a second. Looking into her eyes, I thought maybe I'd seen something there. A flicker of movement, a momentary half smile, I wasn't sure. But when I mentioned forgetting, I could see a second reason she might have asked for that. A reason that would explain whatever sign of faint hope my subconscious had picked up on. I continued: "And if the thing you're interested in includes parts that you would enjoy more if I were to surprise you in some way, or for which you would prefer not to be given a choice, I will try to propose scenarios to you while you are still in that open and honest state of mind, so you can tell me if you would like something without having to worry about what you 'should' like, or if you think I or anyone else might disapprove. Then you will tell me honestly if you want that, and you will be able to forget that we went into detail, so that the experience itself comes as a complete surprise." She nodded, but her eyes didn't leave mine. She was breathing a little more heavily now, and I knew she'd do anything that came to mind if she thought it would increase the chances of me playing along with her fantasy. Maybe this was a reason she'd come to me in the first place, rather than any other old friend; or maybe I'd just made her an offer she couldn't refuse. "And just to be clear, this is your chance to say no. Because whatever's on your mind, whatever fantasies you're hoping I might indulge, I might surprise you with it, or take the choice away from you any time this week once you've agreed to these terms. So if you just want to talk to me about it, say so now. Is all of that what you want?"
  15. WishBerri

    New Years Baby

    From the album: 2020 Artwork

  16. WishBerri

    Diaper Hump

    From the album: 2020 Artwork

  17. This one is a bit of an experiment. I keep seeing people saying that you can't be a real artist/writer/etc anymore because you can get an AI to do it instead. I wondered how true that really is. So I've got a short story partly written by AI. I let it write chunks of text, as well as suggesting some events in the story. I do actually have 2 other stories I've tried to work on in this way (one that I had a detailed plan for in advance, and one started by using the AI to brainstorm), but not sure if anyone would be interested. This story is partly written by me, partly by chatGPT, and partly by sudowrite (both of which I believe use the GPT-3 language models). If anyone is particularly curious, my Patreon people have access to a document which has the prompts that I gave the AI, as well as its responses, with the parts that I added or replaced highlighted in a different colour. My conclusion is that editing this to remove continuity errors, and working out how to phrase the prompts so that it doesn't go completely off the rails, is harder than writing the words myself, but I can get through it a little quicker. I don't think it's as good as human-written text yet, but it's a pretty close thing. What do you think? Christmas Child As I woke up, I couldn't help but feel excited and curious about what the day had in store. Although it was my third year at university, this would be the first time I had spent Christmas away from my family. I had been working a part-time job and was offered a large bonus to continue working over the Christmas break, so I had decided to stay in town this year. My boyfriend, Noel, was also staying in town, and he had promised to give me a very special present. I had no idea what it could be. I couldn’t help wondering about the present as I lay there in bed. I knew that it was going to be exactly what I wanted, but that didn’t give me too many clues. There were some things I wanted that were too embarrassing to even talk about, let alone ask for, and I’d resigned myself to the fact that they could only ever be fantasies. For many of them, it was the thought of how embarrassed I would be that made them so appealing. But over the last few weeks, Noel had hypnotized me several times, saying that he could help me to tell the truth so that he could find out exactly what I wanted most. I knew now that I had told him, but had since realized that I had no idea which of my desires we had discussed and planned for. As I lay in bed, still failing to guess what my special present might be. I felt like a kid at Christmas again. I found myself guessing impossible and things like a pony, or a time machine, just like I had when I was small. And when I laughed at myself for that, it just reassured me that this was going to be the most wonderful Christmas ever. I got out of bed and looked at the presents under my little tree, all gift-wrapped and waiting to be opened. I couldn't wait to see what was inside. I was really feeling like a child again, and it was such a wonderful feeling. I finally dragged myself out of bed and put a couple of Pop-Tarts in the toaster for breakfast. They were almost done when I heard a knock at the door. It was Noel, somehow managing to look dashing despite a truly dreadful Christmas sweater and a fluffy Santa hat. Finally, my boyfriend had arrived and I couldn't wait to see what he had in store for me. "I feel like a kid at Christmas!" I said as he walked in the door. "That's exactly what I had hoped for," Noel replied with a grin. "During the hypnosis sessions, I told you that the more you act like a child, the more you'll feel like a child and experience the excitement of Christmas again. I hope you're ready for a day of fun and play." I was thrilled by this news. It was just what I needed to kickstart my holiday cheer. I served breakfast and poured a coffee for Noel, and then thought that the little kid who got so excited about Christmas probably wasn’t big enough to enjoy coffee. So I poured myself a big glass of apple juice instead. I found that it really did help me feel even more excited about the day ahead. A couple of Pop-Tarts later, we sat down to open our presents, and I couldn't wait to see what was inside. There were a dozen small gifts from friends and family, mostly little trinkets to show that they were thinking about us. I tore into the gift-wrapped packages, eager to see what everyone had sent, and even more excited as I got closer to discovering what Noel had gotten me. As I unwrapped each gift, I felt more and more like a child on Christmas morning. The biggest surprise was a pair of green and white fluffy knee socks, that seemed perfect for the winter weather. In between the gifts, we sat on the floor beside the tree and chatted about our plans for the day. Noel suggested a whole bunch of fun activities he had planned to help me feel more childlike, including making gingerbread houses, decorating cookies, and playing board games. I couldn't wait to get started. And then there was just one box left. The special gift from Noel. The one that he had assured me would lead to the most embarrassing thing we’d ever done together, if I was brave enough to look inside. I knew he was giving me a choice to back out, but when I was feeling so energetic I couldn’t wait to discover what he had got for me. The parcel was oblong, but it didn’t have the sharp edges that a cardboard box might have had. It was wrapped in shiny red paper with a big white ribbon, and I could hardly contain my excitement as I started to tear off the wrapping. I made a few guesses about what might be inside, suggesting everything from a new laptop with way too much protective packing, to a giant stuffed animal. When I picked it up and felt the weight, my first thought was a tightly-rolled new duvet. I think it was about the right size, but that would have been round. There were a couple of layers of wrapping paper, with different designs. I grew more and more excited as I ripped through each of them. By the end, I even used my teeth to attack the tape, which I hadn’t done since I really was a little kid. Under the last layer, I saw plastic wrapping with a couple of festive images on; Christmas trees, stars, and dancing baby reindeer. But that gave me no clue what was inside. I couldn’t guess, until I pulled wrapping paper away from the corner and saw a BKS logo on the pack. That was a brand I’d heard of before, but not something I had expected to receive. But as I tipped my gift out of the last piece of paper, I realized that my last guess had been correct. “Diapers?” I asked, confusion and embarrassment fighting for my attention. But then realization dawned: “This is part of making me experience Christmas like a little kid, right? If I put them on, I’ll get even more childish and excited?” “Exactly. Every childish thing you do will make you feel younger. And when you use your diapers, you’ll feel like a real baby for a few minutes. You’ll be amazed and excited by all the decorations, and the Christmas lights, even if you’re too young to understand what Christmas is about.” “I don’t think I’ll do that,” I said. Wearing diapers to feel younger was one thing, but there was no way I would be brave enough to wet myself in front of the man I adored. But I opened the pack carefully, and pulled out a diaper from one end. It was large enough for an adult woman, but printed with the same childish, christmassy design as the packaging. As I wondered if I even knew how to put one on, I saw that Noel had already produced a bottle of baby powder from somewhere. “Let me help you with that,” he said, and reached out to take the diaper out of my hand. “A little one like you doesn’t know how to change her own diapers.” I blushed, but lay back on the carpet where he directed. Noel gently tugged on my pajama bottoms, and folded them neatly in the corner. Then he carefully placed the diaper under me and began to fasten the sides. He talked to me in a gentle, soothing voice, like he would to a real baby. "There we go,” he said. “All snug and dry. You're going to have such a fun day, little one. We're going to build gingerbread houses and decorate cookies and play board games. And when you use your diaper like a good girl, I'll give you lots of hugs and kisses. Won't that be fun?" I couldn't help but giggle at the way he was talking to me. It was silly and playful, and it made me feel like a child again. I made a half-hearted attempt to reassure him that I didn’t really intend to use the diaper, but stopped myself when I realized that was still an adult thought. If I wanted to get more into the role, I needed to say it like a real child would. “I’m not gonna!” I said, decorating my face with a playful pout. “I’m gonna go potty like a big girl!” “Of course you are,” he said, barely containing a laugh. He helped me to sit up, then helped me change my pajama top for a sweater top that looked just like an awful Christmas jumper. Those fuzzy socks completed my festive baby outfit, and I was all set for the day. I couldn't wait to see all the fun activities he had planned. When I stood up again, I caught sight of my reflection in the TV screen. I looked a little silly in just a Christmas jumper, a diaper, and socks. But I looked so cute as well, and somehow none of the clothes were quite as childish as the grin on my face. I even did a twirl to get a better look at myself. I snuggled up next to him on the couch, feeling cozy and warm in my diaper. I felt so safe when he put his arm around me, like he was all I needed in the world. I couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious about how the diaper felt, both physically and emotionally. On the one hand, it was a little strange to be wearing something so childish, especially in front of Noel. On the other hand, it was also kind of fun. I had always been a little bit of a neat freak, and it was liberating to let go of that and just be a little careless. I was surprised by how much it pushed my legs apart, and made it just a little bit harder to walk. And I suspected that sooner or later, I would end up crawling instead, and that would make me feel even more childish. “How would you like to watch TV?” Noel asked, and I nodded energetically. I knew that it would be easy to find something fun to watch, especially today/ We browsed through the movie options, and I couldn't help but make childish suggestions like "The Grinch" and "Frosty the Snowman." In the end, we decided to watch “A Charlie Brown Christmas," and I found myself getting more and more into the spirit of things as the show went on. I laughed at all the silly antics of the Peanuts gang, and even found myself getting a little teary-eyed during the more emotional parts. As the cartoon neared its end, I started to realize that I needed to go to the bathroom. I moved slightly, and was immediately reminded of the bulk of the diaper. Could I use that? I quickly decided no; it was still too embarrassing to contemplate. But I’d already noticed, in my inspection of the diaper, that the tabs were hook and loop fasteners rather than sticky tape. So it should be easy enough to take the diaper off, go to the bathroom, and put it back on when I was done. I turned my attention back to the screen, knowing it would only be a few minutes before the credits rolled. "What's up, little one?" Noel asked, noticing my movements. "I need to go to the bathroom," I said, feeling a little embarrassed. "Oh? he said, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Did you know that your diaper has a special feature that might help you?" “The tabs?” I said. “I saw that on the pack. So there’s no problem using the bathroom.” “Not that. There’s a magic button, too.” He ran his fingers across one of the stars on the front of the diaper, and I felt a funny tingling. I could imagine sparkles and fairy dust swirling around it when he touched it, and I knew this must be something he’d done with the hypnosis. "Here," he said, "Press this one." I hesitated for a moment, but my curiosity had always been powerful, even when I wasn’t feeling like a little kid. I decided to go along with it. I pressed the star and felt the tingling in my tummy intensify. Suddenly, the need to pee became urgent. I had to go right away, not wait for the show to end. I couldn’t hold it another second. I tried to stand up, but before I could even make it off the couch, Noel tapped the star again. And then, it was like the dam burst. I couldn't help wetting myself, feeling the warm sensation spreading through the diaper, and all my big girl thoughts draining away. "See? It's like magic," Noel said, grinning. "Now you don't have to worry about going to the bathroom. You can just relax and enjoy being a little one." I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. I didn’t even know why I was laughing; I didn’t know what he was saying. I didn’t understand the words on the TV either, but I liked the bright colours, and the feeling of relief as I flooded my diaper. Somewhere in my mind, the words I’d heard were stored away so I could understand them later. But right in that moment I was way too young for language, or for thoughts. I was filled with joy, and laughing in a world that seemed like an incomprehensible kaleidoscope of colours interesting colours and things for me to taste. It wasn't until a few minutes later that I started to remember how to think and talk again. It was a strange feeling, like waking up from a deep sleep. I looked around and saw Noel sitting next to me, still grinning from ear to ear. "Hey there, little one," he said, ruffling my hair. "Did you have fun?" "I think I did," I said, running my finger across the stars on my diaper. I could feel the magic inside, even before I started pressing the stars. It was like when you're little and you make a wish before blowing out the candles on a birthday cake. "So," Noel said, "Just so you know, you can use the magic stars whenever you want. Today or in the future." "Of course," I said, giggling like a child. "Maybe I will. But not today." "Good girl," he said. "Now, should we get you into a fresh diaper before we do anything else?" I nodded, and he helped me off the couch, then pulled at the tapes on my diaper. As it fell away from me, I saw that it was only a little damp, and probably hadn't needed changing right away. I felt so happy then, I knew I could have changed back into my regular clothes and still been giddy until the evening. But Noel was already pulling a clean diaper out of the pack. Noel carefully laid me down on the rug and began to wrap me in fresh plastic and soft cotton, taking care to tuck it all in snugly. As he fastened the tapes I felt as if everything was right in the world. I couldn't help but smile up at him as he gave me a gentle pat on my bum. Once we were both satisfied with my diaper, Noel helped me up and we went into the kitchen for lunch. We had a light snack of fruit salad and cheese sandwiches, washed down with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. The meal was simple but delicious - just like being a kid again! Afterwards we returned to the living room, where I half expected we would watch cartoons on TV until it was time for our Christmas dinner. But instead, I saw that he'd somehow found time to unpack more stuff from his bag while I was eating. In the middle of the floor was a large plastic sheet to protect the carpet, and in the middle of it there were little pots of paint, brushes, and little pieces of coloured card. "What do you think?" Noel asked. "Does my baby girl want to try making her own Christmas decorations?" I couldn't believe my eyes. Making decorations was something I'd only dreamed of doing while I was still in diapers. Of course, I said yes and Noel started to spread out everything on the plastic sheet. He brought a bunch of toilet roll tubes from the recycling box, and we spent an hour painting them like Santa, angels, and elves. My painting was very clumsy, but he helped me do well and praised me for it. Every time I finished decorating one of the pieces he gave me a big hug and told me how clever I was. When all the decorations were finished we hung the angels on my little Christmas tree with all the tinsel and string lights. The other figures stood around the base of the tree, like they were having a party. It was so much fun seeing them all twinkle in the soft light as we sat back and looked at our handiwork. The magic that day seemed almost tangible; it felt like this happiness would never fade away. But eventually, I began to feel tired. The excitement and energy of the day was beginning to take its toll on me. Noel noticed this, and suggested that I take an afternoon nap, like a real baby. I couldn't help but agree; this had been an incredibly energetic Christmas already, and I couldn't wait to close my eyes. I didn't know if I would even be able to sleep, when I was so excited. But as Noel tucked me in he gave me a gentle kiss on the forehead, and seconds later I was drifting off into a deep sleep. * * * "Are you awake?" Noel asked. Noel's voice filled my head, and I felt like I was being gently rocked in my crib. I opened my eyes to see Noel standing over me, a big smile on his face. I couldn't help but smile back, so happy to see him again. "Are you awake?" he asked again. "Do you want to change back into a big girl?" I thought hard about it, because I was starting to feel the need to poop, and didn't want to use my diaper for that. But after a moment of consideration I realized that I could wait until after dinner. "Can I stay little a bit more?" I asked, wondering how much work he was putting into this. "If it's okay with you…" "As long as you want," he said. "My present today is the sweetest little baby to play with, so you just think about what you want." So I stayed in my diaper a little while longer, and we went down to the kitchen. There, Noel prepared a traditional Christmas dinner for us - turkey and all the trimmings. He served me carefully with one hand, as if I was still a tiny baby; he even fed me some of the food like I was too clumsy to do it myself. Here and there he gave me gentle pats on my bum whenever I did something cute or made him laugh. While I was eating, I felt the pressure building in my bladder. I knew that I could have gone in my diaper, or even used the magic stars to make it easier. But I thought that if my mind went fully baby, I might lose control of my bowels as well. So told Noel that I was okay when he asked. He must have seen me squirming a little, because when I jumped down from my chair his hand went straight to tap the star on the front of my diaper. At first, I thought it was just the same as last time. My need to pee went from pretty urgent to right-this-second, and I turned to run to the bathroom. But then I realized that I was doing a magical pee-pee dance! It was incredible; my legs were doing a little shimmy and jig without me even thinking about it. With each step, the sensations in my bladder became stronger and stronger, while the urge to dance kept me from moving towards the bathroom. I couldn't even press my legs together because the diaper was so thick. I grabbed the diaper and pressed on it, but nothing helped and a second later I felt the first spurt of pee escape into the padding, and my big-girl thoughts dissolved. I was just a baby again. I couldn't understand the words Noel said as he laughed, or anything that was going on around me, but that didn't matter. I didn't know enough to connect the warmth spreading through my diaper with the relief from my bladder, but that didn't matter. I could just let it go without another thought. I couldn't remember how to stand up either, but that didn't matter either because I was happy lying on the soft carpet, rolling around. Instincts were all I needed now. There was a feeling that meant I needed to push, and then my tummy felt a lot bigger as the poop filled the back of my diaper. I giggled again, vaguely aware that Daddy was calling me a good girl. I don't know if I was trying to roll over, or to sit up. I just joyfully waved my arms and legs in the air, and reached out towards colourful things that I didn't know anything about. After a few minutes of laughter, I felt my thoughts start to return. I wanted to hide in shame, after realizing what I had done. I tried to crawl away, but the full diaper weighed more than usual and seemed to be weighing me down. I couldn't move at all without feeling the mess squish against my skin. Noel was there in an instant, to hold me close. He kissed my hair and murmured soothing words, telling me that everything was okay. Once we reached my bed, where the changing mat was already spread out, Noel laid me gently on the bed and started taking off my diaper with careful hands. "That’s better,” he said. “Let’s get you all clean. Would you like to grow up now, or shall we keep you in diapers for a little while?” My heart fluttered and I thought about how safe I felt in his arms. But then I remembered the accident, and I shook my head firmly. "No, I want to stay in diapers," I said, my voice quavering a little. "I want to enjoy my gift all day. But... don't make me have an accident again, please?" "I won't," he said. "But sometimes accidents happen, and that's okay. I'll keep you safe, no matter what." He started to put a clean diaper back on me then, and I couldn't help but frown a little. It seemed weird that I felt completely innocent while I was lying naked in front of him, but that didn't matter. As long as he would just hold me, I could be happy whatever I was wearing. "Open your legs," he said. I did, and he slid the new diaper under me. I felt him wipe my bottom clean, and then slide it into place, between my legs. I was amazed at how soft and comfortable the diaper felt. I relaxed into the mattress, and smiled contentedly. "There we go," Noel said. "Now ickle baby won't have so much trouble going to the bathroom." I giggled. I didn't understand why going to the bathroom was so funny, but it was. "Jingle bells, jingle bells," Noel was saying. "Jingle all the way." I couldn't quite remember what he was singing, but as I heard him hum the tune I thought I remembered. I started to hum along too, then to hum a few of the words as well. I thought it was odd that I was singing a Christmas song while I was still in my pajamas, but it didn't matter. Noel stopped singing and looked down at me. I was still sitting there in my underwear, singing away, and couldn't remember why I had stopped. And then I jumped a little when I saw him. He must have heard my confusion, because he asked, "Was I singing? Oh well, never mind." He picked me up, and I couldn't help but smile as he carried me out to the living room. Noel laid me down on the couch, and arranged a warm blanket around us. We snuggled up together and watched TV for a while as I slowly started thinking like an adult again. He held my hand and pointed at things that were on the show, telling me what they were, until I knew that I was just playing along. I felt safe and loved in his arms, and the diaper was just a comfortable thing to wear. I could feel the warmth of his body, while his calming voice kept my worries away. His presence made everything feel right; all of my earlier distress vanished away until I released a contented sigh. “Was it a good Christmas gift?” he asked, as we watched the end credits of ‘Elf’ scrolling past. “The best,” I said. “I love you. And before you ask, I want to let you know that I'm happy to be your baby any time you want." We carried on watching Christmas movies, just because neither of us wanted to move. It wasn't long before I was grown up enough that he felt it was okay to kiss me in the quiet moments. The sun was well below the horizon when the next movie ended, and the only lights visible outside the window were the reds and blues of my neighbours’ Christmas decorations. I smiled softly at Noel, who had fallen asleep with his head on my shoulder. He looked so content with me in his arms, just as I felt with him. I shifted position slightly, and he murmured. I knew there was no way I would be able to get up without waking him, but he looked so peaceful right then. And really, I didn’t want to move. I was still just a little embarrassed, but I didn’t want to let anything spoil this moment. I looked down at my diaper, and traced the edge of the star with my fingertips. Then I smiled, and pressed the magic button one more time.
  18. Dear fellows, I stared this new set of artworks: The ABDL clinic. This new wonderful enterprise is being though to provide facilities to host and/or train ABDL patients. This is the proper place where you can submit your submissive partner to be trained and regressed back to incontinence and babyhood. They´re equipped with the most modern techniques of ABDL regression therapies and high-tech facilities. They also offers nusering services to host your subby partner and many other services for ABDL patients. Enjoy it, and let me know your suggestions for future artworks regarding this subject.
  19. From the album: OmutsuSama´s Omorashi/ABDL Art

    Wanna train your wifey back to babyhood? The ABDL clinic will provide you with the best facilities and the most efficient trainers for her ABDL regression.

    © By OmutsuSama

  20. From the album: OmutsuSama´s Omorashi/ABDL Art

    Santa just brought her a very special gift. Daddy husband and her little wifey are gonna have a very interesting Christmas eve.

    © By OmutsuSama

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