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This is the first of a new series of stories coming out by yours truly, due to the low ratings on the last series, it will be replaced by this one. Note: These stories will be substantially longer than the last ones and hopefully more enjoyable, have a great day!

 

The ad says this is the place, looking at the sign of the boarded-up building, in big, bold letters, the word 'restaurant' is displayed. But as lightning strikes, casting your shadow against the wall, your mind has some second thoughts, but the moths flying out of your wallet are really good influence to keep on going. 

Taking in the scenery, grey clouds roll overhead as the rain pours heavily onto you. Shielding your head, you make haste to the door of the restaurant, brushing past the main entrance, a loud slamming noise rings from behind you. Breathing in deeply, your eyes get a glimpse of the carpet, red, but stained, obviously being loved, way too much.

Your eyes follow the carpet down the lifeless hall, wall paper tears around you, in complete tatters. Standing up straight, you continue your journey into the depths of an unseen jungle. 

Lights flicker from above as sparks pour down from the ceiling. Anxiety clambers into your head as you flick out your phone hastily. Your fingers shake uncontrollably, pressing the flashlight app and feeling small bands of sweat drip onto the screen. A loud thud echoes from behind you as you gasp and quickly shine your light at a statue.

Just looking at that thing gives you the shivers, it's like a gargoyle mixed with... What is it? Looking at the statue's body, something just doesn't look right, in fact, something just doesn't feel right... 

An evil snicker creeps up to your ears, freezing you in fear. Your lips start to quiver, feeling the presence of something behind you... Gazing into your soul, it's eyes locked onto you like a missile. Creeks of wood usher into the darkness as the footsteps grow louder from behind you. 

A hand lays upon your shoulder, warm breaths vibrate against your back. "It's the end" you repeat to yourself. Until...

"Hello!" A bouncy voice calls from behind you, causing you to turn around. A young man in outrageous clothing, complete with a tie stands proudly behind you. "You must be the person I hired... Well follow me I guess." He cheerfully suggests, signaling you to follow. 

You get the feeling that something crawling up inside you, but the feeling is suddenly drowned out. You begin to feel as if your mind is being wiped, but the will to obey fills your mind like a bar.

"This is where yo- hello? Are you listening?" He questions, waving his hand in front of you. "Oh dear the things broken again" he says, showing a little frustration in his voice." Pulling out an odd device, he presses multiple buttons in order, but nothing happens.

A grunt of anger roars from within him, as he throws the device onto the floor and kicking it. The thing sputters and smokes a little, before bursting into life. Suddenly, the trance brakes from your mind. Groaning, your face goes completely pale. 

Feeling dangerously lightheaded, you stumble around the room, knocking against the walls. The man catches you and props you upright, "you right my dear? Your looking rather pale..." He questions you with a concerned voice. 

You groan again, feeling this sick, gut wrenching pain growing up from your loins and going up to your chest. Intense pain causes your body to jolt and move erratically out of your control. 

Lying you down, the man stares at you, barely able to watch your agonized expression any longer. Placing a hand, he lowers his fingers onto your sweat ridden forehead before whispering mystic incantations into the air. 

A wave of relaxation towers over you, resting your body and partially numbing the pain. Your eyes feel heavy, feeling a cold breeze blow through a window, whilst having the warm fingers of a stranger emit a calming aura around you.  

"It's ok, rest your little eyes and let your worries flow away like a calming wave" bounces against the walls of your brain. You whimper silently, still feeling the pain creep back up, but the overwhelming tiredness empties the thoughts in your mind, washing out your conscience, and leaving nothing left except his words, drifting into a blissful slumber. 

You wake up hours later, with a familiar pare of eyes surveying you carefully. "Ello love, you feelin better yet?" He replies cheerfully. You struggle to talk about anything, feeling this constant flow of something circulate around you endlessly. 

"Love? You alright? You've turned whiter than a sheet again, is sommin bothering ya?" He questions insistently. You whimper a few mumbles, before shrieking in pain again, feeling something press deeply against your bladder. 

Any struggle you try to muster fails, as warm urine empties rapidly into your pants, heating up your legs. The insistent stranger gives a worried look, checking your temperature, he turns completely white, showing a fearful expression. 

You manage to stop the flow briefly, then loosing it again to fatigue. Trying to cut off the stream, but the endless flow of liquid just grinds against your skin and gushes through your hands without end. 

The stranger looks aimlessly around the room, searching through boxes and chests full of junk, throwing stuff around the room. "Aha!" He shouts with triumph, yanking out a thick, white colored object. 

As he dances around in triumph, he neglects to notice another identical object creeping up his legs. The thing continues up the leg and all the way up to his buckle, your weak body is helpless to save him as it yanks off the buckle. 

He screeches in shock as he visualizes the white object taping itself to the man and snuggly encasing his privates. "GET OFF ME!!!" He yells, hesitantly trying to rid his body of the white object around him. 

But as you look at the design of this undergarment more carefully, you notice some familiar features... You freeze in shock, realizing that the thing around the man's waist was a diaper, a living diaper. 

The man plants his ass against the floor and continues to tear at the diaper, not noticing that urine is slowly flooding the room. The strong smell of urine smacks you back into existence, as the room continues to fill with urine. 

Calling out with the little strength you have left, you try to get the distressed stranger's attention. "What do you- OH MY GOODNESS!" He says with a surprised, semi-high pitched voice. 

Leaping to his feet, he waddles uncomfortably over to you. Tripping over his own feet, the diaper in his hand flies into the air, landing beside you. You watch powerlessly as the diaper springs into life, leaping onto your body majestically and twisting off your shorts.

Planting itself, the diaper secures you tightly into its, padding, caking your legs in soft, silky comfort. Your mind is taken on an express trip to heaven, feeling the diaper hungrily suckle down the near endless supply of bodily juices. Pee smashes against the material of the soft padding, disappearing into the jaws of a toothless animal. 

After minutes of endless bladder flow, your body finally empties completely, endless relief seems to just pop into existence, clouding you mind with happy thoughts. Your mind floats aimlessly through your thoughts, sinking into a happy dream. 

The man watches you lovingly, sighing in happiness, blushing ferociously. Tiptoeing out of the room, he makes his way to the door, before giving you one last look. "This is your home to me." He says with tears in his eyes, turning off the lights, leaving you to dream, giving you your new home. 

 

To be continued...

Edited by [Insert Omo]
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There are some convention problems in this.  I've found a couple of confusions regarding "you're" and "your", and at least one mix up between "it's" and "its". Some comma splices as well.

Beyond that, some word choices just don't seem very natural to me. The use of second-person perspective is limiting since everything has to be in present tense. Also there isn't much space to develop internal monologue besides split-second reactions to physical sensations.

If you haven't already, I'd consider having someone else proofread your work. This is still very readable, but not as polished as it could be. Please continue.

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