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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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