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Greetings all. I have the opening chapter for a new story here today. I know this is the omutsu forum and this technically doesn't have any diapers in it yet, but it will don't worry. More to come and hopefully you won't have to wait more than a year for it this time.

Prologue

If Darien had to place the time in his life that things really started to go off the rails, it was probably when he got possessed by that demon. Oh sure, dabbling in forbidden arcane magics seems like a fun idea in theory, but having your soul forcibly ripped from your body as a foreign invader settles in to take its place really puts a damper on things. Yeah, he was dying all right. Well worse than dying, actually. His immortal soul was being shredded to infinity right out from under him and whenever he managed to recover from that, if he did recover, he’d probably spend eternity damned to the lowest level of hell for the trouble. What a way to start the week. At least he could entertain himself through eternal damnation with the thought that the demon walking around in his skin would probably be just as unpopular as he had been. If only he could have gotten Karin to notice him just once. Oh well, that’s life.

These lingering thoughts from Darien were the first things that the demon felt upon entering the body. He found that all the human’s memories were still there perfectly intact, as though he had been Darien himself this whole time. He was Darien. But he was also a powerful Lord of Chaos from another plane of existence. It was a strange feeling to be both at once. He felt a small pang of guilt at having effectively killed the young man who’s memories he now had, but it passed quickly.

He had goals and aspirations before for things like world domination or the like. These quickly faded into the background as his demon mind grappled with his new teenage boy’s body. He had all the power in the universe but he couldn’t get over the single overpowering emotion he felt at that exact moment: horny. He had no idea who this Karin girl was, owing to the fact that Darien had barely known her, but she was hot, he was certain of that. He was having some very dark thoughts about what he’d like to do to her. Darien had apparently been quite the pervert, having some very particular abnormal desires. And now, being mostly demon, he suddenly had the power to act on them.

This was going to be fun.

 

Chapter 1 - Fun For the Whole Family

Darien drew the complex symbol in the air with the speed and proficiency of one with his eons of experience. He was just Darien now. He no longer thought of himself as a demon inhabiting Darien’s body. He retained all the knowledge and power of the demon, but Darien’s had come out on top as the dominant personality with the rest fading into subconscious. Life was funny like that.

It had been a few weeks since his successful summoning ritual. He’d quietly disposed of his parents and anybody who might come asking questions. He didn’t like the complications, his plans would go much smoother if he lived alone with no one to answer to. He continued to draw the spell that would make his home unknowable to anyone he didn’t invite to it. It essentially erased the place’s existence from the consciousness of anyone he didn’t want. When it was complete, the symbol lit up and a small explosion of power was released, then it faded away.

He had been attending school as normal, fantasizing and planning what he was going to do to Karin and how he would go about getting away with it. He managed to keep his desires in check by masturbating frequently, but with the power he knew he had now it was hard not to just rush in and go crazy. Part of him still wanted to, but he wasn’t completely omnipotent. Spells took time to craft and put into place, and if he tried to do too much too quickly he could easily get into trouble.

If he didn’t want to face criminal charges or some other retaliation he needed to make sure he had full and complete control of the situation first. Plus, he had to admit, there was a thrill that ran through him at the idea of slowly taking control of her life. The instant gratification that might come from simply raping her outright would pale in comparison to the slow build up of watching as her world comes crashing down around on her. The inevitability of a steady march toward madness, and the pleasure of tormenting her until she breaks, gives up and gives in willingly to everything he has planned for her. The climax of the moment when her will is finally destroyed and she realizes she has no control will be infinitely more powerful than any mere physical torments he might subject her to.

All this meant he probably needed to start in her home, with her family life. He needed to make sure he had full control of any family she had waiting for her, so there would be no moral support for her when he eventually struck. Only problem was, he knew next to nothing about her. He didn’t know if she had any siblings or anything about her home life at all. She was literally just a pretty girl from one of his classes and his crush was nothing more than a physical infatuation. The demon probably would have found this to be pathetic behavior, but Darien was in charge now and he decided what to do with their powers.

He needed to find out more about her, talk to her. Unfortunately while Darien had inherited all the powers of a demon, the demon had also gotten all the insecurities of a boy who didn’t know how to talk to girls. He had to almost forcibly shut off that irrational part of his brain and let just a little bit of the 5 billion year old Dreadlord take over. He realized quickly that Mr. Dread didn’t have much experience talking to girls either, and gave up feeling confident.

Eventually he cheated and peaked through the astral plane directly into her home, spending the rest of the day spying on it. He found there that she had a younger sister around middle school aged, and they spent most of their time at home alone as their mother worked. There didn’t seem to be any father in the picture, but that seemed all the better. Three women, three targets to ravish with his otherworldly abilities, and there was no one else to get in the way. He decided it’d be best to start with the youngest.

At school the next day, Darien left his homeroom in a hurry. He had kept his third eye on the younger sister to figure out where she went to school. It wasn’t far, and a few quick runes would allow him to leap there instantly anyway, so he’d decided to pay a visit during lunch. He found a secluded hallway and made the gate in the air. It made a small tear in the fabric of reality that opened up on the rooftop of the other school building. He stepped through and immediately started sending mental projections to the younger sister.

Come to the roof, an old friend is waiting for you there. The projection was vague enough that she probably wouldn’t question it until she was already on the roof. By then it’d be too late for her.

A few minutes passed, and finally the knob on the stairway access rattled. Remembering that most rooftops like this are emergency access only and are usually locked, he drew a quick spell to open it for her. A young girl in a school uniform stepped out looking slightly confused.

“Are you who I’m supposed to be coming to see?” the girl asked, sounding slightly annoyed. “It’s really weird. I suddenly felt like I needed to be up here for some reason.”

“What’s your name?” Darien asked, offering no explanations to her. She hesitated a moment and he worried he would have to draw a few spells before he could get her to cooperate at all.

“I’m Amilee, who the heck are you?” She seemed far more annoyed now, and more than a little suspicious. Without saying anything Darien drew something in the air and let it float there for long enough for the girl to gasp in surprise. “How did you do that? Who are you? What is all this?”

“You ask a lot of questions,” Darien finally answered. “Though I suppose that’s fair, considering. You can call me Darien, I’m a friend of- Well let’s say I know your sister. I came here to get to know you.”  Darien casually flicked his hand through the mark he’d drawn in the air and it streaked across the roof to smack Amilee in the chest. “That should make this easier.”

The girl grunted in pain as the mark sealed itself onto her. It left a mark on the front of her shirt which penetrated all the way through to her skin and down into her very soul. “What the- what was that- that thing?” Amilee was understandably unsettled. “What did you do to me?” She took a defiant step toward him, as if to demand he undo whatever he’d done. The mark had already begun to fade.

“Hmm, looks like I aimed a little high,” Darien said, more to himself than anything. “Should still work, though. You’re going to pee yourself in a few seconds.”

A look of disgust came across the girl’s face, an emotion which seemed to overpower her shock from a moment before. “What the hell kind of pervert are you? Going around marking people with strange things and saying gross things, I’m getting a teacher. They’ll probably have the police here to arrest you before you can get off this roof.” The girl put up a brave front but Darien could tell it was beginning to take effect. The way she lightly fidgeted, the subtle body language of someone feeling a slight discomfort in their lower region.

“I assure you the police wouldn’t be able to hold me long. I’m basically a God to normal people like you. Consider this my proof.” The girl gave up making an effort to disguise her growing desperation. She held her legs firmly crossed, knees slightly bent. Tears of anger and embarrassment welled up in her eyes.

“I- I don’t know what you did but- I- I hate you! I- Oh please make it stop. Please don’t let this happen!” She held her hands firmly against her crotch as if to stop the flow, but it was too late. A dark patch appeared on the front of her skirt as a dark yellow liquid poured uncontrollably through her clenched fingers. It hit the ground in small trickles at first, until the fabric could no longer absorb anything and it flowed freely. She sank down fully onto her knees into the puddle that formed under her. “Why? Why me? Why did you do this?”

“Well if you want to blame someone I guess you could blame your mother for giving birth to you. It’s not my fault that Karin had a younger sister. I just needed to make sure I have everyone under my control before I move in to strike. Nothing personal toward you.” Darien had moved down close enough to wipe away a single tear from her cheek. “Though I’d be lying if I said I’m not going to enjoy this.” She made to slap his hand away but he pulled it back before she could. Then to his surprise she lunged at him fully in a wild attack. She probably wasn’t thinking very rationally anymore.

He dodged out of the way and lifted his foot to kick her firmly in the back. She fell on her face and he held his foot down so she wouldn’t be able to get back up. “Now, now. Let’s not do anything we’re going to regret. You see, I can do a lot worse than what I just did. I can have complete control over your entire body.” To prove his point, he lifted the back of her skirt to reveal the pair of stockings she wore underneath. He reached for power and drew a mark directly on her thigh, burning a hole through the stocking as he did so. She screamed out in pain as it burned itself into her flesh. This one would probably leave a permanent mark on her skin.

“No! What are you doing this time!”

“A demonstration of what will happen if you don’t play along with what I’m going to tell you.” He let the power flow through him into the mark he’d drawn. It wasn’t the final spell he was going to cast on her, but it would give him a great deal of control. He increased her sensitivity, slowly at first but then ramped it up to what would probably be unbearable.

“What are you- Oh!” The girl flushed, her body turning red from the heat of arousal. “What did you do?” Something shiny was seeping through her already soaked panties. It was a viscous, syrupy liquid that meant she was really feeling it.

“Now, see. Look how good I can make you feel.”

“Please stop this. I don’t want to feel like this!” Tears flowed freely down her cheeks, red with inescapable desire. “I’ll do whatever you want, just make it stop!”

“Stop? Well I suppose I can make the arousal go away for a time, but you’re probably not going to like the trade off.”

“Please!” she practically screamed. “Anything!”

“Alright, alright. Turn over, let me see your stomach.” He lifted his foot enough for her to roll onto her back. Her clothing was already so disheveled, but he tugged and pulled enough so he could clearly see her navel. This would be the ultimate spell. He began drawing directly above where her bladder would be, a large intricate tattoo that would make her completely submit to him. The process probably would have been painful for her if she didn’t already have the other mark turning all sensation into pleasure. This one wouldn’t completely override the first mark, but it would control how much of that pleasure would flow into her at once. It would act as a sort of dam to block up the influx of pleasure, but that reservoir would continue to fill so that when it was unstopped it would flow much more powerfully.

He was quite proud of his work when he finished. The light subsided and it left only a red pattern in her skin. He’d stylized it after something Darien had seen in some porn games. A so-called crotch tattoo. Something about the design and it’s placement was very arousing to him.

“Alright before you fall unconscious here listen up. You’re going to wake up when the bell chimes for lunch to be over. I’m a nice enough guy that I’ll replace your clothes before then so you won’t have to go back down with that huge stain on you. I’ve made some changes to your body. It’s going to be like a sort of game. All that pleasure you just felt, you’ll feel it again every time you pee. The longer you try to hold it in the more pleasure you’ll eventually feel when you let it all out. On the other hand every time you pee, your bladder will shrink a little and all the little muscles you use to hold it in will get a little bit weaker. Do you understand? Every time you pee it will get a little bit harder to hold it in next time, until eventually you won’t be able to hold it at all. Now it would be boring if you couldn’t fight back at all, so the weakening effect won’t happen if you manage to use your toilet at home. Adding that condition was probably the most complex part of this rune, you should be grateful. But it means you’ll always have to be holding it in at school or anytime you're away from your house.

“That seal I made on your back thigh is also pretty strong, probably stronger than I meant it to be. I can’t guarantee that some of its effects won’t start to leak through anyway if you try to hold your pee too long, so best not to push your luck too much. That’s basically the game. Don’t find yourself in any desperate bathroom situations too far from home and you won’t have to worry. But if you mess up even once it will become a slippery slope and you’ll end up a mindless sexual plaything.” A thought occurred to him as he was explaining things to her. He drew another quick sign in the air and took hold of it. He then gently reached between her thighs and placed it over the first symbol he’d drawn on her, embedding that spell with one other rule. He didn’t feel the need to tell her what it was, but she’d find out. It would probably make winning the game impossible for her. But then, she was never supposed to win.

 

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Alright, here's another chunk of story, stay tuned for more magic adventures.

Chapter 2 - The Game

Amilee walked home that afternoon, miserable. She only had a vague memory of the things that awful boy had told her as she’d fallen unconscious, but the strange and naughty way he had made her feel was still strong in her memory. It made her feel dirty, like she had been violated on a level that shouldn’t have been possible. At home she climbed into the shower and stayed there until the water wasn’t getting hot anymore. She remained for a good while after that, shivering.

A knock came at the bathroom door, “Sis? You alright? You’ve been in there since I got home.” Karin. Maybe she could tell Amilee something about that boy. He had mentioned that they were connected somehow. Reluctantly, Amilee shut off the water. She stared at the toilet as she stepped out. If he was telling the truth about what he’d done to her, this would be her lifeline for the foreseeable future. She didn’t feel the need to pee at the moment, but she found herself tracing the mark on her belly anxiously.

She covered herself with a towel to hide the marks and stepped into the hall. “Geez, what’s up with you?” Karin asked, concerned. “I haven’t seen you this down since your favorite character on that TV show you like died. What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing,” Amilee insisted, probably a little too quickly. When Karin gave her a flat look she sighed. “Do you know a boy named Darien? He said he was from your school.”

“Ooooh, so it’s boy trouble,” Karin said dismissively.” Forget I asked then.” She made to walk away but Amilee grabbed her arm.

“Do you know him?” she asked again, more insistent.

“Ah hell. You got it bad, huh. Aren’t you a little young for this. You said he went to my school, so he’s gotta be at least 3 or 4 years older than you.” Karin rubbed her head. “I think I know a Darien. Yeah, there’s a kid named Darien in my homeroom. He’s the quiet one who sits near the back. I’ve never talked to him, though. He said he knew me?”

“Well, the way he put it it was probably more like he knew of you.”

“Huh, weird. So what about him? Sounds like you got rejected or something.” Karin got an evil grin on her face. “Could it be he actually likes me instead? Sounds like we’re going to have to fight to the death for his affection.” Amilee didn’t laugh, so Karin leaned down and flicked Amilee in the forehead. “Listen, it’s not the end of the world. If you like him that much maybe he’ll come around when you’re a little older. If he doesn’t then he’s probably a jerk who doesn’t deserve you anyway.”

Amilee managed a weak smile. She probably wasn’t going to be able to clear up Karin’s misunderstanding. How would she? She’d have to explain what had happened, and even she wasn’t sure what that was. “Yeah. I guess you’re right,” she managed, weakly.

“Of course I’m right. I’m awesome. Let’s go eat ice cream and talk about how stupid boys are.”

“I’m just going to head to my room, if that’s alright. Gotta study for an upcoming test.”

“Sure, sure, I’ll be downstairs if you wanna talk.”

Amilee shut the door to her room and quickly changed to her pajamas. She still didn’t feel the need to pee at all. What would she do if she had to go while at school? Would she be able to excuse herself and run all the way home? She’d probably end up having an accident on the way if she tried that. She’d just have to be very careful about when she drank water, and make sure to always leave the house with an empty bladder.

With that in mind she decided it’d probably be best to drink a lot now while she was at home. If she was going to go all day at school tomorrow without drinking, she’d need to get her fill of liquids while she could. She had one of those big insulated hydro flasks on her desk, still full. She decided to also get a big glass of the ice tea from the fridge down in the kitchen. She saw Karin sitting in the living room watching TV, but she didn’t make a move to talk to her at all.

Back in her room and with plenty to drink, Aimlee decided to distract herself by actually studying like she’d said. There wasn’t any particular test coming up, but she could get a head start on some homework to pass the time.

The feeling crept up on her slowly at first, but as she continued to work it became obvious. That familiar twinge in her lower body, the slight discomfort. She panicked immediately when she realized what it was, but then, for some reason she also felt extremely calm. The bathroom wasn’t far, there was no rush. If she freaked out every time she felt the need to go it would be like giving in to that pervert. He probably loved the idea of her living in constant fear, so she decided to reject being scared. She continued to work.

She began to feel oddly satisfied at her calmness. It was like each passing second was another victory against that awful creep. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Yes, it was good to just let it build. The feeling of her bladder filling up was a good thing. It was gratifying. It was… pleasurable? Yes, it was starting to feel more than just pleasant. Why not? Shouldn’t she enjoy winning? Shouldn’t beating that pervert at his stupid game make her feel this good?

At that moment she realized she was reaching down to rub herself, and her thoughts froze. She bolted upright and nearly sprinted out of her room to the toilet. She sat and released the floodgates that had been building and- Oh, an intense wave of pleasure washed through her.

How could she have forgotten? He had said that peeing would make her feel all the feelings he’d forced onto her all at once. He had said that the longer she held it the more intense it would be. She hadn’t been paying close enough attention apparently. She gasped and moaned on the toilet seat as pee continued to splash out of her. She hoped that she wasn’t being loud enough to be heard, but that was a distracting thought compared to the insane pleasure she felt.

It felt like minutes had passed when she finally reached for some toilet paper to dap herself off. She was dripping with more than just pee, and it took some time and a bit of self control to not keep rubbing. The feelings had mostly passed. She was in control again.

What had happened to her? She had started to feel good just from holding her pee for too long. It had started to mess with her head. She was worried that if she hadn’t stopped and forced herself to the bathroom like she had, the feelings would have built until she peed herself in her room. Would she have really let that happen? She didn’t know, and that was terrifying.

 

It was the next day and Amilee was walking to school. She barely saw her mom anymore. Since Karin had been old enough to watch the house for the two of them, their mother had worked later and later shifts to keep them afloat. She was always only half awake in the mornings, and gone by the time they got home from school. She wondered, though, if her mom would even be able to give her any advice on her situation. She hadn’t been able to open up to Karin about it, could she open up to her mom? It probably didn’t matter.

She hadn’t drunk anything since her near accident the night before. She was starting to get pretty thirsty, but she’d rather that than something terrible happen. Maybe it would be alright to just have a few sips here or there? She would be careful. It would be alright as long as she didn’t drink too much, wouldn’t it?

The school day was incredibly stressful as these thoughts continued. She did decide it would be bad for her health in the long term if she didn’t drink something, so she had a few sips here and there from drinking fountains. The day passed agonizingly slow, but it did eventually come to an end. On her way out the front gate she felt something odd tingle in the back of her mind. She had felt it once before, just before- Oh no.

It was him. This was the same odd feeling she had before going to the room the day before. It was as though some unseen force were compelling her to go somewhere she hadn’t been planning on going. She resisted for a moment, thinking perhaps it would be best to just ignore it and go home. It didn’t seem to be compelling her completely, she could fight it if she really wanted. But thinking again she realized it was probably best not to piss off the pervert with a god complex. Plus if she got close to him she might be able to make him undo what he’d done somehow. It was a slim hope, but she’d take anything at this point.

He was standing alone in an alley near her school. It was odd how even in broad daylight, a place like this could look so ominous. The cast of the shadows between buildings, the way the sun just didn’t quite reach all the nooks and crevices back here, it was unnerving.

“What do you want this time?” Amilee managed to ask while keeping most of the terror from her voice.

“Oh just come to check up on you is all. I have an offer for you on how to make our little game more interesting. A slight modification of the rules, if you will.” He had a twisted smile which sent chills through her as he spoke. There was definitely an evil lurking behind those eyes.

“And if I’m not interested? What if I want this game of yours to end! What if I’d rather die than give you the satisfaction!”

“Now, now, I’m sure this is something you’ll want to hear. I’m sure you were worried all day about drinking too much and needing to pee. I wasn’t watching very closely but I did keep an eye on you. You hardly drank anything since your episode last night.”

Amilee’s face grew red with shock and anger. “You’ve been watching me all this time? Even last night when I- I-”

“Yes I know all about what happened to you last night, I’m the one who made it happen, remember. You know now how pointless it is to struggle don’t you? At the end of the day you will eventually need to pee again, and it will bring you to a powerful, blissful orgasm each time. Unless-”

“Unless?”

“Well you remember that the feelings of pleasure grow more powerful the longer you let them build up? If you were to, say, pee immediately when you feel the need rather than wait, then those feelings would be significantly less wouldn’t they? Probably by enough that after a while you’d be able to ignore them. This is how you can win, how you can truly overcome the situation I’ve put you in.”

Something wasn’t right. Why tell her this? If there was an easy solution to her problem, why would he want her to know? “Hang on. Don’t I have to use my toilet at home? How does that idea even help me while I’m at school?”

“Well, let’s say I lift that restriction. Or, rather, allow for some leniency on it.” He reached up into the air and made a long sweeping motion with his hand. This wasn’t like the other times she’d seen where he made intricate symbols that glowed, this was more like he was ripping a hole in the air itself. From it he pulled a large plastic package. It was something she felt she should have recognized, but was so incongruously out of place that it took her a moment to get it.

“Diapers? You want me to go around school wearing diapers?” It made a sick sort of sense. She was surprised she hadn’t thought of it before. Or rather she had avoided thinking about it. She knew somewhere deep down that this would have to be in her future if her bladder ever got bad enough, but it was such an unpleasant thought she hoped it would never come to that.

“Not just any diapers. These, I have enchanted to work just like if you had gone in your toilet at home. If you go in these you won’t take any penalties. Your bladder and the muscles around will stay the same. That is- if you use them voluntarily.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, let’s say you have an accident. You try your best to hold it but it just slips away from you. Let’s say that you hold it and hold it until you can’t hold it anymore and the dam just breaks. If that’s the case then the diaper will penalize you. It’ll penalize you worse than if you hadn’t worn the diaper at all. You’ll get double the treatment of bladder shrinkage and muscle atrophy. But that shouldn’t be a problem as long as you keep your bladder healthy in the first place, right?”

Amilee thought a hard minute about all the implications of what he was telling her. She would have to use a diaper at all times outside of her home, it would become difficult to hide from other people. She would have to stay on guard at all times, changing for gym would be extremely difficult and potentially awkward, and she’d still have to be vigilant about not holding her pee for too long. If she did she risked not only the pleasure that would come with peeing being too strong, but potential accidents leading to a quick ruin.

Did she have any choice in the matter? She could always accept the diapers and not use them, continuing to struggle in the way she had today. Would that be any better? This was the only way she saw of getting any control back. But if she did accept and start using them, it wasn’t much different than becoming incontinent right now. Either way she’d end up needing diapers.

“Fine, I’ll take the package.” She reluctantly reached to grab it from him. He seemed wary of her getting too close, keeping a distance between them as he stretched his arms to hand it to her. “What am I supposed to do if I use all these, though? Are you going to keep showing up to give me more?”

“So eager to use them all up already?” He smiled.

Damn him. “No, just curious. I’m not sure I like the idea of you always being around.”

“Oh I’ll always be around, you can be sure of that. I can watch you anywhere, and there’s really not anything you can do about that. But if you’re worried about running out of those, don’t be. The enchantment on that package also makes it bottomless. You could pull diapers out of it all day and never run out. On that note-” he slashed the air again and a long, metallic object fell onto the ground. It looked like some sort of trash bin. “Touch this real quick while thinking about a place in your room that it might fit. It’s a bottomless diaper pail. It’s got a nice push-up lid, a chrome finish, and anyone who looks inside will just see an empty liner.”

Amilee hated to admit how convenient that would make disposal. She hadn’t even thought about how she would have gone about hiding all the wet diapers. “I just have to touch it? Is this thing going to magic itself into my room?”

“Yes. Is that really the craziest thing you’ve seen me do in the last two days?” She had to admit he had her there. She leaned down to touch it as instructed, thinking about the corner near her desk drawer. Instantly the thing was gone.

She stood bemused for a moment, holding a package of magic diapers in an alleyway with a man who had apparently watched her pee last night. What had her life become?

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Alright, here you go, a couple more chapters.

Chapter 3 - Diapers

Being a single parent wasn’t easy. Brenda often wondered if it was selfish of her to not remarry, deciding to take on more work herself instead. Doing so made it so they could just barely scrape by on her income alone, but it also meant she never really had time to properly raise her daughters. She hardly spoke to them anymore, rarely seeing them while awake. It was a soul crushing position she’d been placed in.

So it was that she had no idea the types of troubles her daughters were facing in their daily lives. She knew Karin took it upon herself to help her younger sister when she needed it, but Karin herself might be struggling and Brenda would never know. Sometimes she liked to peek into their rooms while they slept, just to feel a little bit closer to them. She’d decided to do just that on this night.

It was past midnight, so she was surprised to see a light on in Karin’s room. She cracked the door and saw her oldest daughter sitting at her desk typing away at the computer. “Karin? What are you doing still awake?”

She looked up, confused, then smiled. “Oh, hey mom. Haven’t seen you awake in a while. I’m just finishing up this report that’s due tomorrow. Guess I lost track of the time.”

“Well if it’s for school I guess it’s fine, but hurry it up so you can get to bed. It’s not healthy to miss out on so much sleep.”

“Yes ma’am,” Karin said half-heartedly. She was old enough that Brenda’s authority held little weight. She’d probably stay up however long it took and there wasn’t anything Brenda could do.

She sighed and let the door shut, walking down the hall to the next one. This, thankfully, showed no signs of life. She cracked it slowly, so as to not make a noise, and creeped her way in. Amilee was breathing deeply wrapped up in a ton of blankets. The girl always got cold at night. Even in the middle of summer she’d use a large comforter. Brenda leaned down to kiss her forehead lightly. It felt good to at least be close to them.

She sat there on the edge of Amilee’s bed for a moment, wondering if there was anything she could do to move her schedule a bit and make it easier to come home earlier. She knew it wasn’t realistic. The only way she was able to get enough hours to scrape by was by taking these later shifts. There had to be some way she could get involved with her daughters’ lives more, though.

While she sat pondering she looked around the room a bit. Amilee also had a desk where she did her school work. The chair was pushed out of the way and in the pale light from the hall Brenda could see what a mess there was underneath it. Old food wrappers, crumbs, books and various clutter scattered about. She got down on the floor to take a closer look, deciding maybe she’d help clean it up a bit. She moved a few things around and found something odd. It was a large rectangular plastic package. Her first thought was that it was probably some period pads. Her daughter was old enough and she had started needing those, but this didn’t look right. It was too big, for one thing. There was something about it- She pulled out her phone to shine a better light on it and sure enough, it looked to be a package of adult diapers.

She got up from the floor and thought about what this meant. Was Amilee having those kinds of accidents? If she was, Brenda wasn’t surprised she didn’t know about it. This was precisely why she felt she needed to be more involved. Her daughter was obviously going through something, and it was a mother’s job to help her children through hard times like that- even when it was embarrassing.

Deeply troubled, Brenda finally exited the room to go down to the kitchen. She wanted to have a light snack before she slept, and maybe clear her head a bit. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw that there was somebody already there waiting for her.

“Money problems?” the young man said without turning toward her. He was rifling through one of her cabinets. Brenda was still so shocked she couldn’t make a sound. Air seemed to be caught in her throat. “I can tell just by looking at how little you have stocked up here. You seem to just barely be getting by.” The young man turned, finally.

He was probably about Karin’s age, but there was something about those eyes that was very unsettling. Brenda finally found her voice, “I’m calling the police. I would scream but I don’t want to wake my youngest.”

“Oh there’s no need for that. I’m not here to rob you or anything. Quite the opposite, in fact. I have a contract for you, and an offer of fabulous wealth. Needless to say if you accept this job you’d never have to work another day in your life.” What was he going on about? This wasn’t any kind of way a respectable person offered you a job. This was obviously something very shady.

She had her phone out and tried to move to the other room in case he tried to attack her. Somehow, though, he moved across the kitchen at too-fast speed and was blocking the exit before she could do anything. She finally let out a scream.

“I’m afraid I must insist. It will be a lot better for all of us if you accept and sign this contract. I’m offering you incredible compensation, there’s really no reason for you not to sign.” Brenda knew a little of contracts, and knew that if she was forced to sign under duress, it probably wouldn’t hold up in any meaningful way. She still had no intention of doing anything this frightening young man wanted her to. She-

She looked deeply into his eyes and found that she had an innate desire to trust him. He was here to help with her financial situation. He wasn’t anyone suspicious. If she signed she’d be able to spend more time with her daughter’s like she wanted. It was really better for everyone if she just did what he said. She didn’t remember why she’d been so scared.

“See, not so hard, is it. Now the contract I have is right here,” he said as he pulled a piece of paper from seemingly nowhere. “It may not look like any document you’re familiar with, and you’re probably not used to signing things in blood, but that shouldn’t worry you any.” Right. Blood. Nothing to worry about. This was for the best.

The paper that she hadn’t looked at too carefully before didn’t have any actual writing on it. Instead there was an intricate pattern of interlacing symbols that seemed to move across the page as though alive. It even looked like there was a faint glow coming from each pattern. She absently grabbed a knife from a nearby drawer to draw the blood she’d need. She would have been nervous to slice her finger, but she trusted this young man, feeling everything would work out all right. She made the shallow cut and brought her hand up to the page. The second her blood smeared across it she felt a powerful wave of… something wash over her. The page disintegrated into fragments of light, and the boy was suddenly nowhere to be found.

What had just happened? She’d come to the kitchen for something, and now… Oh she’d accidentally cut herself. The last few minutes were fuzzy but she apparently had been cutting something and nicked her finger. She ran it under some warm water and waited for the bleeding to stop. What had she been trying to cut, again? Oh, well. She made something real quick that wouldn’t require any more cutting and headed off to get ready for bed.

 

The next day Brenda was fired from her job. There really wasn’t anything she could do about it, she was called in to talk to the boss and knew where the conversation was going right away. For some reason, though, she felt totally calm through the whole process. She was told she could pick up her final paycheck on her way out. Feeling surreally okay about all of this, she went to deposit the check. It was at the ATM that she discovered she probably wouldn’t even need it. Her bank account suddenly had several commas in it. Hadn’t someone told her the other night that she wouldn’t have to worry about money anymore? Who had that been? Still feeling like she wasn’t quite living in reality, she went home to tell her daughters the good news.

“Mom? What are you doing home?” was the first thing Karin asked upon seeing her.

How did she answer? “I have a new job starting today. And it’s going to let me work from home.”

“Mom, multi-level marketing is not a job,” Karin said half-jokingly. There was an underlying worry to her tone.

“It’s nothing like that. It actually pays very well. I think that finally we’re going to be alright financially and I’ll have more time at home with you girls for once.”

“Well… I’m glad to hear it, I guess. Isn’t this a little sudden, though? I know we don’t get to see you much but you’ve never mentioned anything until now about a new job.”

“Well it was very sudden, but when the opportunity came up I had to take it. I miss being able to spend time with you.” She walked forward to hug her daughter. “Everything is going to be better from now on, I can feel it.”

 

That night Brenda decided on something. She was going to confront Amilee about the package she had found under her desk. Now that she was going to have plenty of time at home she wanted to properly be involved in her daughters’ lives, even if it meant having a potentially awkward conversation.

She knocked on Amilee’s door, waited a moment, then walked in. “Hi sweety, you got a second?”

Amilee was doing some work at her desk. She turned slightly and weakly smiled. “Sure, what’s up?”

Where to even start? Did she just come right out with it? “Well, I just want you to know that now that I have more free time at home I want to be here for you if there’s anything troubling you.” Amilee looked incredibly disturbed.

“Does it seem like something’s troubling me?” she asked, trying to sound too casual about it. “Everything’s pretty much fine with me.”

“Amilee.”

“Look, it’s not even something I really want to talk about. I doubt you could do anything to help anyway.”

“I’m your mother, of course there are things I can do to help. Even if all I can do is listen, sometimes that’s the best help you can get.” Amilee looked like she was about to cry. Brenda leaned in and held her daughter. “Don’t be mad at me, but the other night I was here in your room watching you sleep. I accidentally found what you were trying to hide under your desk there. I wasn’t trying to snoop, it just sort of happened. I’m not going to force you to say anything, or pry for details, I just want you to know I’m always here for you and I love you no matter what.”

Amilee nestled her head in Brenda’s arms and sobbed softly. She didn’t open up that night, but she did thank Brenda for being there and implied that she would talk when she was ready. Brenda hoped that whatever the trouble was, she’d actually be able to do something besides provide moral support. She hated seeing her daughter suffer. Hopefully whatever it was would go away with time, but whatever the case she would make sure she was there every step of the way. Everything was going to be alright.

 

Chapter 4 - Nothing is going to be alright

Amilee was a mess of emotions as she walked to school the next day. Her mother finding out about the package of diapers under her desk was humiliating beyond belief, and the fact that she was so genuinely concerned and loving about it made it all the more so. She just wanted to curl up and disappear. She tried very hard not to think about what she had on under her skirt at that moment, but with every step she took she was reminded of that extra bulk.

This was her second day wearing diapers to school, and she felt just as on edge as the day before. She was still determined not to use them if she could help it, but she’d let her bladder build up the night before again and regretted it. The thoughts that started coming to her when she started getting horny from the curse were very troubling. It was almost like the longer she held on the more it excited her, the idea of having an accident. She felt chills. She would have to use the diapers as intended eventually, she just hated the idea almost as much as the alternative.

She decided that she would drink her normal amount of fluids, and just go about her business as normal, then when she felt the urge to go she’d excuse herself to the bathroom and use her diaper while in the stall. She’d be able to take it off and be done with it for the day. As she thought about it she realized that if she used this method she wouldn't even really need to wear the diapers at school at all. She would just need to carry one in her bag to use in the bathroom and then bring home to dispose of in her magical trash bin.

Realizing that she suddenly felt silly having gone to such lengths to conceal the fact that she was wearing a diaper under her skirt. She had on a rather opaque pair of stockings and went so far as to put on some now stretched-out underwear over the thing. It would look odd, but you wouldn’t immediately guess that it was a diaper or anything. It wasn’t all that bulky, more like a pull-up that could maybe pass for some thick underwear if you weren’t looking too hard. She actually wasn’t sure she trusted the absorbency of the material. It didn’t seem like it’d hold much.

She went about her day as planned, and it was right around lunch time that she got the first inkling that she needed to pee. It was just the faintest feeling but she decided it was enough to go on. She really didn’t want to risk her bladder getting too full. She went to the nearest bathroom and hid in the stall furthest from the door. It’d be awkward if someone came in and saw her just standing in the stall, so she sat down and even let her skirt down a bit to look like she was just going to the bathroom like normal.

It was a hard thing, even sitting down on the toilet seat as she was, to intentionally pee herself like that. She was fighting against all her conditioned instincts of potty-training, and it felt like it took entirely too long to force a little dribble to come out. Once she got it started, though, it eventually began to flow freely. The sensation of warmth filling around her crotch was amplified by the pleasure she now associated with peeing. What was this heat? Was pee always this hot? It seemed to reverberate through her whole body, but she didn’t climax as she had the last couple nights. It felt amazing, incredible, but it didn’t push her over the edge. In moments the feelings of pleasure began to dissipate as the flow of urine slowed and she was left with nothing but a damp crotch and feelings of shame and disgust.

It had worked, she hadn’t let it build up and peeing didn’t make her cum right away. If that monster had been telling the truth, she’d be able to learn to ignore even those feelings, though she wasn’t sure how. She let herself linger in the grossness of the wet diaper for a minute in an attempt to remind herself that she didn’t like this. It felt like she was right and the material wasn’t quite able to retain everything she’d put out, as it dripped everything it couldn’t hold steadily out one of the sides. She was very careful ripping the stretchy material on the sides apart and tilting it so it wouldn’t drip on her clothes. She let it drip everything out before pulling out the plastic bag she’d prepared to dispose of it.

With that safely tucked away in her school bag she was free to pull up her skirt and be about the rest of her day. It was humiliating, but this seemed manageable. It seemed like this was going to work. She felt a small triumph as she opened the stall door… and found another person in the bathroom with her.

It was him.

“Well now I think you’ve found a pretty boring solution to having to use diapers at school,”  he said mockingly. “This isn’t much different from you just going to the bathroom normally. I ought to modify your diapers so they won’t let you get away with this.”

“Why not just make me incontinent right now you sick freak! If you’re going to constantly show up and make things harder, what's the point of playing games!” What was she saying! Why challenge him? What if he actually did it? She held her tongue from speaking any further.

“Because games are fun, that’s why. Oh it’d be fun to force it on you right away, sure. but it feels so much better if you’re slowly forced to accept it on your own. Now,” he waved his hand and suddenly had her magical package of infinite diapers there. “Let’s just change a few things, here, here, and, there we go.” He threw it back into the air and it disappeared again. “I went ahead and put it back where you were hiding it. I made a few changes I’m sure you’ll love. The first is that while wearing one you won’t be able to enter a bathroom, you’ll be forcefully repelled at the door. The second is something I’ll tell you later. You’ll probably figure at least part of it out on your own the next time you put one on.”

“I hate you!”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way. Bye-bye now.”

 

Amilee threw her bag down in her room in frustration. She’d begun to feel the urge to pee again a little before the school day was out. She’d held it all on the way home and the feeling was growing quite strong, but she was so angry at having to play this stupid game she didn’t immediately do anything about it. He was making fun of her. She shouldn’t play along. She should just piss herself right here and be done with it. It would feel good to do it. Maybe she wanted to do it. She hadn’t gotten off fully the last time she peed, and it would probably feel even better now.

What was she thinking? That was insanity! Her thoughts always started to get so strange if she held her pee too long. She ran to the bathroom right away and let it out. Sure enough, she’d held it took long and reached an incredible climax while clutching the sides of the bowl for support. What was she going to do? She was going to have to find another secluded place besides the bathroom to use her diapers, but no matter where she thought of it always ran the risk that someone would catch her in the act. The roof might work but it was supposed to be locked normally. Darien had probably used some bullshit magic to get her up there that one time.

She calmed herself and cleaned up her dripping crotch. Maybe a shower would help her clear her thoughts a bit. She let the water run hot over her for nearly an hour. No matter how much she thought about it, she couldn’t think of a way out of this hell. She flopped down on her bed very troubled that night.

 

In order to kill two birds with one stone, Darien had come up with a clever idea. He needed Brenda involved with Amilee’s diaper situation for it to work. Very intimately involved. He stood by Brenda’s bedside watching her sleep, putting his plans into action. He leaned down very close to her ear, and put Power into the words that he spoke gently.

“It is normal to change your daughter’s diaper. Your daughter has a wetting problem, and is still too young to be able to deal with it all on her own. She needs her mother’s help. When she comes home in a soggy diaper, you need to be the one to take care of it. She might come to you directly or you might have to confront her about it, but she needs your help. You need to change her diapers for her. It’s normal to change her diapers for her. She doesn’t know how. She can’t do it on her own. She needs her mother to do it for her. You will remember this, this will become normal. This is your reality. You will not question it.”

He continued whispering such things until the hypnotic suggestion was so deeply embedded she’d be sure it was her own thoughts. This would accelerate not only Amilee’s descent into diaper madness, but also give him an easy avenue into corrupting Brenda when the time came. It was all coming together.

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Hey, here's some more of the good stuff. Don't worry if it seems like there are long pauses between entries, I've still got tons of ideas of where to take this story I just get sidetracked a lot. Not really doing anything important just watching a shit ton of anime and such. Attack on Titan season 4 finale am I right? It's like crack. Anyway, hope you enjoy this and you can expect a lot more where that came from in the future. The feedback does help me stay motivated so don't be afraid to comment, it might even make me write faster.
 

Chapter 5 - Failure

Amilee rushed through the hall. She could feel her bladder building by the moment, and with it came strange thoughts. Why not just give in? Wouldn’t it feel so good? She was beginning to suspect that the thoughts were not her own, and it was just another part of the evil magic instilled upon her. How could she ever win if that was the case? She was doomed, wasn’t she. She should just give in.

She fought on, rushing past the bathroom to her next best choice, the school library. During classes it was usually mostly empty. If she popped in real quick and pretended to look for a book she’d avoid suspicion. She’d be able to hide behind one of the shelves in the back, reach into her skirt and rip off her diaper, and tuck it away in her purse to dispose of later. She had a pair of panties as well to slip on. She hadn’t worn any tights today, which made things dangerous. If her skirt got flipped up somehow she’d have no way to hide the fact she was wearing a diaper, but she had no choice if she wanted to be able to take it off easily. She hoped she’d be able to do so quietly enough to not catch the library attendant’s attention.

She finally arrived, and began to relax all the muscles around her torso. She hadn’t really been holding it in specifically, but she wasn’t forcing it out. She was shocked at how easily the urine began to flow, warming her diaper before she had fully managed to duck out of sight. She had had trouble the first time using it but it seemed like her body knew what to do this time. She didn’t like what that foretold. Could it be that the diaper was a lie to get her to pee away from the safe toilet, and now her body was losing its ability to hold it in?

She couldn’t think that. Much as she hated the game, she had to take Darien at his word. The alternative was believing she was doomed no matter what. She’d hold onto any tiny sliver of hope.

She looked around nervously as she reached a hand up the underside of her skirt. She felt around the sides of the diaper for the seam that was relatively easy to tear apart. The stretchy material was being stubborn. She was having a hard time getting a rip started. Looking around even more cautiously she determined that it was probably safe to take a quick peek. She pulled her skirt part-way down and took the diapers fabric firmly in two hands. It still wouldn’t tear.

She felt strangely calm as she pulled her skirt back into place. She should have been panicking, but she was able to keep calm enough to think to find some scissors. Surely she was just nervous about having to do this in a library where someone might see. Her fingers were just slick with sweat. She wandered around the back of the shelves, still out of sight of the front desk, and found a printing station. Some office supplies were scattered about, including a pair of safety scissors. It was better than nothing. She reached under her skirt again and positioned the scissors just right. Snip.

And nothing happened. The diaper held firm. Desperately she tried to pull it downward to see if she could just pull it off her legs all the way. It wouldn’t budge. It seemed to be glued to her thighs with incredible friction, and it felt like it was pulling her skin off with it. She pulled and pulled and eventually gave up. It was stuck there. She’d have to continue to wear it until she could get home. Even then, she suspected that this was Dairen’s work and that she’d have to meet some further ridiculous requirement before she could remove it.

At that moment she began to really feel the sensation of a wet diaper for the first time. She had removed it so quickly before that the damp, soggy feeling didn’t quite have time to sink in. It was still very warm and muggy, like she’d been sweating particularly badly in just her crotch. She felt the characteristic pleasure she always felt now when she peed, but there also seemed to be a strange pleasantness to the way it clung to her. She hated that she wasn’t more disgusted by it.

A little while later she was confronted by an even worse reality. She had to sit down at her desk while wearing a wet diaper. She didn’t think much of it at first but the moment her butt touched the chair she regretted it. There was an undoubtable squish, and suddenly all that warmth was pressed somehow even closer to her. It came with a mild tingling in her groin, and throughout the rest of that class she had to try very hard to resist rocking back and forth on the squishy cushioning. She was nearly overcome with lewd thoughts by the time class was over. This was much different from the simple climax she’d felt when peeing before. It seemed to linger for hours, a gentle pleasant feeling.

It finally faded as her diaper grew cold. It was later in the day when she was walking home from school that realized there wasn’t even a hint of the earlier warmth that had been there. Now it just felt like someone had spilled cold juice on her or something and it had soaked into her clothes. It was becoming rather unpleasant. She had thought that Darien would show himself at some point but she made it all the way home with no sign of him. So, she had to confront the very real and terrifying possibility that this diaper wasn’t coming off any time soon. Spending the whole day trapped in it had been bad enough, but what would happen if she had to-

As if on cue, her stomach made a very ominous rumbling sound. She could no longer deny what she’d been feeling for the past couple hours. She needed to go number 2, and the feeling was only getting stronger and stronger. She nearly broke down in tears right there, but she forced herself forward to her house. If she was going to suffer this indignity she’d at least suffer it in her own home.

Peeing had been the primary focus of the diapers and Darien’s sick game. Their other potential use had never even crossed her mind, and it hadn’t really affected her so far. It seemed that was about to change very quickly. She shuddered, trying to ignore the reality of it. She could almost hear Darien’s sickening laugh as she pushed her way through the front door of her home. Her mom was there in the living room, folding some laundry. It was so odd to see her at home doing house chores like a normal stay-at-home mom would. Just having her around was a comfort, in a way. Seeing her, combined with the already fragile emotional state Amilee was in, led her to break down in tears.

“Mom! I- It’s just” through her tears she could barely form words. Her mother didn’t hesitate to open her arms and wrap her in a wide embrace, which she gladly fell into.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Slow down, take deep breaths. Okay. Now tell me what happened.”

“It’s- you were right, about the other night with the thing you found under my desk. I’ve been having… accidents. At school and- I just-” she took a few calming breaths, trying to get her thoughts together. “I’m wearing one right now, but- I don’t even know what to say. I can’t get it off. It’s all part of some stupid prank or something. I think it’s glued to my body somehow. I just don’t know what to do- I tried cutting it, I tried just ripping it off and nothing works.” Amilee didn’t want to mention the boy with magic and seemingly demonic powers, she just hoped against all odds that her mother would somehow be able to help fix this before she had to- Well she hoped her mother could fix it.

“Alright,” her mom said simply. “Alright, let’s go up to your room. I’ll have a look at what’s going on- down there, and we’ll see what we can do together to set it right.” Amilee reluctantly pulled herself out of the embrace and started for the stairs. Her urge to go was getting stronger, but it wasn’t so urgent yet that she felt the need to rush. She felt so embarrassed she could have rolled up and died, but this had to be better than just leaving things as they were.

She let her mom into the room and shut the door, then pausing for a moment to think about it she decided to lock it behind her. The lock on her room wasn’t something her mom had been thrilled about, but she had relented knowing that girl’s Amilee’s age needed to have their secrets from time to time. She was glad for the level of security she felt with it, she couldn’t imagine what might happen if Karin decided to walk in on them for some reason.

“Okay… I guess, go ahead and take off your skirt there.” Amilee’s mom said. “Oh don’t look so embarrassed. It’s not like I haven’t changed you before, it’s just a trip down memory lane for me.”

“Mom, don’t make this worse for me than it already is,” Amilee sighed. She did as she was told, though, and pulled down her skirt.

“Let’s lift up your shirt, too, so it’s not in the way. Here, why don’t you get down on the bed.”

“Mom!”

“Look it’s just to make things easier, I don’t want to have to be crouched down around your ankles. Hurry up, on the bed.” Amilee complied and her mother went to lift her shirt up to just under her bra line, giving her a clear view of her midsection. Amilee covered her face, trying not to think about what was happening. “So these just… slip on, huh? I don’t see why you couldn’t just- rip it along the sides here.” as she said it she gave a firm tug on the place she indicated.

“I tried that already, it- it wouldn’t come off.” Her mom tugged again and to her surprise the stretchy fabric ripped cleanly along the seam it was designed to. “W- Wait a second that- That shouldn’t have been that easy. I tried a bunch of times earlier and- and-” She gave her a flat stare.

“This was really all you were struggling with? You made such a big deal out of it and now I’m wondering if maybe you were just asking me to change your diaper for you all along. I swear, I babied you and your sister too much, that must be it.” Tears had begun to well up in Amilee’s eyes again. “Oh, no sweety, I’m sorry. I wasn’t making fun of you, I was just trying to lighten the mood to make you less uncomfortable. I’m sorry, here.” She pulled the other side of the diaper ripping it in the same place and proceeded to pull it away completely, revealing Amilee’s bare crotch.

“Mom!”

“What, like I said, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Still no signs of hair I see. Good, no need for you to grow up too fast on me.”

“Mom! Please! I want you to stop talking forever, now.”

“Alright. Now hold still and I can put a fresh one on you.”

“I- what?” Amilee froze, shocked at what she’d just heard.

“Well if you’re still having accidents I want to make sure you stay protected at all times. If it’s bad enough that you need it at school you never know. I especially don’t want to have to worry about washing your sheets every night so you’re definitely wearing one to bed.”

“Mom, this isn’t- I don’t really have the kind of problem you think.”

“Oh? Are you trying to tell me you’re not having accidents now? I’m looking at this wet diaper and it’s telling a different story. Don’t try to tell me you peed yourself on purpose.” Amilee tried to object again. “Look, I know this is all so embarrassing, but you did the right thing, coming to me. I’m here at home now and I can be more involved in your life. So anytime you want, you can come to me and I’ll change you. I know it can be hard to have to do it yourself, apparently, so I can take charge and do it all for you.”

Amilee was speechless. What had gotten into her mom? This was beyond insane. She lay back on her bed and tried to block it all out. Her world was going crazy, it felt like more and more control was slipping from her every day. What had she done to the universe to deserve this kind of punishment? As her mother pulled another diaper from the package under her desk and began to slide it up her legs, she thought of the absurdity of it all and quietly started laughing.

She decided to give up. Give in to the madness. She was done.

She had failed.

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