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By Wannatripbaby · Posted
There was nothing to do but to tell him the whole truth and hope he would understand the gravity of the situation I'm in. By now night had fallen and a chill in the air nipped at my bare, piss-covered legs, so I suggested we build a fire before I tell him the whole story. With Tav's quite-useful ability to conjure fire at will, setting up a small campfire down on the ground below did not take long. While I did not relish the idea of staying in this nightmarish crash site any longer than necessary, with the monsters dead now, staying here was probably a much safer option than continuing to travel forward in the dark until we found a more-suitable campsite. I knelt down, bathed in orange firelight, and finally had a chance to inspect my diaper. It was... Not a pretty sight, to say the least. Even in the dim light of the evening, you could easily see that much of the diaper was heavily discolored. It sagged down several inches from where it should due to the sheer weight of my mess. And even with the smokey scent of the fire filling the air, the putrid stench of the shit in my diaper still burned my nostrils, inescapable and incredibly shameful. I just hoped Tav couldn't smell it now that he sat on the other side of the campfire. And to top it all off, a tentative touch revealed a slight tingling sensation that I knew meant a diaper rash would be forming in the very near future. Fucking fantastic. Just what I needed on top of everything else. "So..." I began, "You probably have questions about why I'm... Dressed like this." My eyes didn't stray from the burning logs crackling quietly between us. As much as I'd had my fill of flames after that vision, it was still preferable to looking Tav in the eye while I was in such a humiliating state. "I mean, I'm not one to pry... Okay actually I definitely am one to pry. But like, I wanna respect your privacy and all, but, that IS a diaper, right? 'cuz it sure looks like one." I nodded. "Yes, it is." "Uh-huh, okay, well umm, I don't mean to be too direct or anything, but-" "Why am I wearing a diaper? Why is it very obvious filled with my own piss and shit? Why haven't I changed yet?" I interrupted. He paused for a moment. "Yeah, I think that about covers it." I closed my eyes, trying to gather my thoughts. Where to begin? Perhaps the beginning would be best. "My earliest memory from childhood is being saved from a wolf by the followers of Shar. I have no parents that I can remember, so they took me into their fold and raised me as one of their own. As I grew up among them, I knew I wanted to serve Shar with all my heart and soul. It was my greatest aspiration." "Sounds like as good a goal as any. How did that land you in diapers?" "I'm getting to that, have some patience!" I snapped at him. "Sorry! Please continue." "As I was saying, I wanted to be serve my Goddess to the best of my ability. I knew that some followers of Shar often were chosen to be set apart from the others, hand-picked by Shar herself for some greater purpose. I prayed everyday that one day I might be chosen as well, and eventually--a few months ago, actually--my wish was granted... And I hope Shar will forgive me for saying this, but... Barely a day has gone by that I haven't regretted that decision." I almost expected my mark to burn me upon saying that, but it did not. And yet still, speaking these truths allowed felt painful to me in a different way. My chest felt tight, and my whole body burned with shame. I looked up at Tav, who motioned for me to continue. Apparently he had learned not to interrupt me after my last tongue-lashing I gave him. Maybe he wasn't such an idiot after all. "Are you familiar with Shar's other names and titles?" I asked him. "Uhhhhhhhhhh... Goddess of Night, maybe? Although I don't know how that would relate to you wearing a diaper, so I'm guessing that's not the one you are referring to." I nodded. "You would be correct. The title I was referring to was 'Lady of Loss'. You see, much of Sharran doctrine revolves around relinquishing everything to Shar--your hopes, your fears, your pain, your pleasure, your dreams and your burdens. In doing so, you become an empty vessel to be filled by Shar. I don't know if that makes any sense to you if you aren't particularly religious." "No no, I think I get it. Kind of like a 'Become one with everything by being one with nothing' sort of thing? I knew an Open Hand monk who was like that." "I suppose that's one way to look at it." I said before turning my attention back to the fire. "Anyway, those who are chosen by Shar are blessed with incredible power, but they always end up losing something important to them in the bargain. For some she takes their sight, others might lose a talent, a skill, an aspiration, their emotions, it's different for each individual." "Sooooo for you she took your bladder control?" Tav interjected. I let out a rueful chuckle. "If it were only so simple, I would thank Shar every day for having taken so little from me. But alas, that's not all that she took." I stole a glance up at Tav and saw he was leaning in closer, enraptured by my tale. I returned my gaze to the fire. "She took away my... My dignity. My self-reliance. For you see, not only can I not control when I... Go...... I also cannot... Change myself..." My cheeks burned brighter than the campfire, I swear. It was so hard talking about my secret shame with anyone outside of the fold. And even they were not easy to talk to about this. "You can't change your own diaper? How exactly does that work? Is it like Shar put some kind of Enchantment on you?" I looked up at him, slightly surprised at his intuition. "Yes, actually. Any time I would attempt to remove my diaper, it's as though my mind suddenly goes blank and I forget what I was doing, only to be snapped out of my daze by my mark searing me with pain as punishment for my disobedience." I clutched the mark on my hand. Sometimes just thinking about the pain was as bad as the pain itself. "That sounds... Pretty awful, not gonna lie." Tav said. "So what do you normally do about your little predicament? Did they assign you a personal assistant to wipe your ass or something?" I shook my head. "If only I had been so fortunate. No, it was far more humiliating than that." I took a deep breath. My eyes had lowered even further, landing on my destroyed diaper. "Our laws compel any member of our flock to accommodate those from whom Shar has taken something fundamental--helping the blind or the lame get around and such. As for me, if I needed a change, all I had to do was... Ask for one." "Oh. Well at least you had brothers and sisters who were willing to help you!" I gritted my teeth, frustration boiling over as tears I didn't even know I had been holding back spilled down my cheeks. "You don't understand! The only thing more-humiliating than having your peers wipe your ass for you, is feeling like you are forcing them to do so under duress! They were not *willing*, they were *compelled* to help me! And that made them grow to resent and hate me more and more each day. I was a social outcast. Most of my siblings did their best to avoid me, lest I ask them for 'help' with my diapers." My hands had clenched into fists at some point in my little tirade. I forced them to unclench and wiped away some of my tears. "If you think I would eventually grow used to it, think again. Every day brought new humiliations. My brothers and sisters found new and... Inventive ways of showing their displeasure towards me without breaking any actual rules. I was alone. Alone and hated by everyone. My only solace was the belief that Shar had a purpose for what she took from me, but most days, that faith brought me no comfort. Even without the pain of Shar's mark, my every waking moment is a torment unto itself." A single sob broke free from my lips and I quickly forced my mouth shut and willed my chest to cease its heaving as I wiped more tears and snot from my face. I had not intended for all of this emotion to come out. I didn't want Tav or anyone else to see me this way. It was not good form for a Sharran to bare their vulnerabilities so openly. Add that to my ever-growing list of failures to Shar. "I... I'm sorry, Shadowheart." Tav said, his own voice more-somber than I'm used to hearing from him. "That all sounds awful." I took a swig from my water skin in an attempt to flush my unruly emotions back down deep inside of me where they belong. "You are now the only person outside of my Temple who knows my secret. And you now know why I've been so desperate to get back there, beyond just my mission to return the Artifact to Shar." I stole a glance up at him. His eyes were downcast like mine had been, before he also looked back up at me. "So what's your plan for dealing with you... Secret, until we get you back home?" "I don't know." I said shortly. I felt more exhausted than I think I ever had been in my life. I didn't want to think about my predicament. I didn't want to think about how long I'd be stuck in this fucking awful diaper. I didn't want to think at all. Silence descended upon our paltry little campsite. I had said all I wanted to say, as well as a few things a didn't want to say. And Tav certainly couldn't suggest anything useful unless his wild magics could somehow Teleport as to Baldur's Gate. Despite knowing this, Tav suddenly stood up with a forcefully that I knew would be followed by something completely idiotic. "Well, it seems to me if we're going to be traveling together, you're gonna need someone who can help with your little diaper problem." He looked around in the darkness. "And since there don't appear to be any Shar worshippers nearby, I guess the task falls to me. What do you say, Shadowheart? Ready to get that diaper changed?" -
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By Little Cub Pants · Posted
Thanks guys for all the feedback on the pacifier! After a lot of digging and a LOT of research, I've come to the conclusion that my friend in the photo probably had that pacifier custom-made on Etsy, seeing as I can't find it anywhere. Which means I'll just have to get one custom made for myself too, which is fine because I've already talked to the owner of the shop and she can probably do it. I'm going to wait till next month to get it though. As I already have another paci being custom made by her. I'll tell you guys more about it in a separate post. Thanks again guys, I really appreciate it!😁😊 -
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By BabyBear85 · Posted
The next couple of days were remarkably normal. All three of the roommates stayed very focused on their coursework and social activities. Poor Teddy, unfortunately, had to do so with a very sore backside. He was still fidgeting in class on Wednesday night. The swelling had subsided, but the bruises were deep and unrelenting. And the crappy classroom chairs were less than forgiving. Towards the end of class, Ted winced as he shifted in his seat. Looking up, he saw Ashley staring daggers at him from across the room. Blushing he looked down at his laptop and furiously pretended to take notes. He looked up a moment later to find Ashley still staring at him. He tried to remain still, but there was just no way of sitting comfortably with such a sore bottom. He wasn’t sure why, but Ted felt certain that Ashley could tell exactly what was going on. When class ended, he bolted for the door, to avoid an awkward confrontation with Ashley, and he nearly ran all the way home. --- Earlier that same evening back on Columbia Ave., Lara eagerly opened a box that had arrived that afternoon. She tore at the tape and dumped the contents on her bed. Her mouth fell open. Before her was a bag of large diapers in pastel blue, adorned with a cute repeating print featuring baby bottles, pacifiers, teddy bears, and diaper pins. They looked just like baby diapers. Only they weren’t for babies. These diapers were huge, sized to fit an adult. Definitely the just right size for her friend Teddy. Lara giggled, then aggressively tore open the plastic packaging. Finally getting her hands on one of the oversized Pampers, she marveled at it, squeezing the diaper and unfolding it. “It’s so thick!” she mused in her head, happy she had opted for a brand billed as “overnights.” Needing a reference point, she grabbed on of the Goodnites from under her bed, Lara lay the two garments side by side. There was absolutely no comparison. The bigger diaper several times bulkier than the pull-up. It was obviously far more appropriate for the type of accident Teddy had on Saturday night. Lara slid her hand down her pants as she began to imagine Ted clad in the puffy blue diaper… Her fingers found the target as she visualized his thickly diapered bottom upturned and over her knee… She rubbed herself as she pictured him standing in the corner sucking on a pacifier… “Pacifier!” Lara’s eyes shot open as she whispered the word aloud. She hurried to her desk, opening her laptop to retrieve the search history from Sunday night. Keeping one hand between her legs, Lara worked the mouse with her other. She greedily filled her online shopping cart with every item that caught her eye - onesies, footie pajamas, cute diaper covers, pacifiers, bibs - all in Teddy’s size. A sudden tap on the door made her jump. Lara slammed her laptop closed and pulled her hand from her pants just as Stacey opened the door. “Hey La, you in here?” “Oh… ahem.. uh yeah,” stammered Lara. “What the…” Stacey gawked at the open bag of diapers on Lara’s bed. “What…” Lara’s mouth went dry. She was flustered, embarrassed, and still aroused. Stacey picked up a diaper from the bed. She erupted in laughter. “Baahaha! What the hell!!” Lara laughed, a little nervously. “Where did you get these?” Stacey said, holding up the diaper and wiping her eyes. Lara shrugged, trying to look innocent. “Ha… internet,” she said, hooking a thumb casually at her laptop. She did a double take, wishing she hadn’t called attention there. “Oh man,” Stacey kept laughing. “You weren’t kidding about getting him something thicker.” She squeezed the diaper, sizing up its bulk. “I just started poking around online, and came across these. I couldn’t resist…” Lara trailed off a bit, again nervously looking over at her computer. Stacey picked up on it this time. She looked over at the laptop, back at the diaper in her hand, then at the bed. She dropped the diaper on the bed and picked up the Goodnite. Eying the pull-up momentarily, Stacey quickly looked back over at Lara. Lara crossed her legs and her face went pale. “What were you just doing when I came in here?” Stacey asked directly. “I wasss just on my um computer,” Lara said, failing to sound confident. “Doing…?” The color returned to Lara’s cheeks in full. She felt them flush as she looked at the floor. “I was um… you know,” she smiled nervously and nodded toward her crotch. Lara didn’t mind admitting to masturbating. She and Stacey had always been open and positive about their sexuality. Self love was not among the spankable offenses in the house rules. “I see,” said Stacey, tapping the pull-up against her palm. “And I assume that means all your homework is done?” Lara fidgeted and look at the floor. Masturbating while putting off school work was, in fact, a spankable offense. But just a hand spanking. A quick warmup as a reminder to get back on track. “No… it’s not done yet,” Lara said, in her best broody teen voice. “Here I was coming to say that I thought we could skip our Wednesday appointment this week,” Stacey chided. “Ugh.. fine, let’s get it over with.” Lara stood and approached the bed. “Yeah, you get yourself over my lap. And while I spank you, you can tell me more about these hilarious diapers,” said Stacey. “And… maybe you can tell me why I see a couple of these Goodnites in your trash can?” She tossed the pull-up back on the bed and sat down. Lara blushed as she bent over her friend’s knee. Relieved to be able to hide her face, she thought back to how she had been enjoying her Goodnites the last few days, just as she had on Sunday night. It was a turn on to be sure, but she wasn’t exactly eager about admitting as much to her roommate. Still, as she felt Stacey bare her butt, Lara knew better than to lie about it. Lara yelped as sharp smack landed on her naked bottom. “So…?” Stacey asked as she spanked her friend again. “When you suggested we get a pack of pink training pants, they were for you, huh? Not for Teddy?” “Well… they were gonna be for him…” Lara hesitated. “Ow!” She yelped as Stacey landed a hard smack. “But I decided to try one on the other night and… ow!!” Stacey started spanking in earnest. “And it felt good?” “Ohh! Ow! Uh.. yeah… ow! Yeah it kinda uh… oww!! It turned me on!” “I see,” said Stacey, pausing momentarily and resting her hand on Lara’s pink cheeks. “And these big baby diapers? Will you be trying these on too?” Lara felt a wave of indignation. “No way! Those are just for that little bed wetter downstairs.” Stacey laughed. “If you say so.” She resumed the spanking, warming Lara’s cheeks evenly. “Either way,” Stacey lectured, “you should know better than to have any naughty playtime in your little pull-ups before your homework is all done.” “I know…” pouted Lara. She lay still, taking her punishment. There was only a mild sting, and she began enjoying the warmth that grew in her butt and spread to her crotch. Stacey paused and rubbed Lara’s rosy backside. “Alright, I think that’s enough.” But she held Lara in place across her lap. “Although, I have been thinking…” Lara whipped her head around, suddenly very concerned for her exposed rear end. “What??” she demanded. Stacey continued rubbing, furthering stimulating Lara’s arousal. “Well… I think maybe, what we did to Ted… it was just a little,” she hesitated searching for the right word. She settled on, “unfair.” Lara wriggled a little on Stacey’s lap, attempting to stand. Stacey held her in place and spanked her once. “Ow hey! Speaking of unfair…” Lara fumed. Stacey ignored her protest and just continued with her line of thinking. “I mean, he definitely got what he deserved. It was his choice to go through with the party. And he suffered the appropriate consequences.” Stacey tightened her grip around Lara’s waist, resting her free hand on her thighs. “But we set him up. We’re at least partially responsible.” “So… what exactly are you saying?” Lara had a pretty clear idea of where Stacey was going with this, and she didn’t like it. But she wasn’t in much of a position to argue, still bent over Stacey’s knee. “I’m saying I feel guilty about what we did,” retorted Stacey. “And,” she continued, with three gentle swats to Lara’s butt, “I should think you likely feel the same.” It was definitely more a statement than a question. Lara took a moment to think. As much as she was enjoying tormenting Teddy, as much as it turned her on, there was no denying that Stacey was right. They had acted cruelly toward their friend, and had yet to face any consequences. “Ugh… you’re right,” Lara groaned, her tone again resembling a troublesome teenager. “So what’s our punishment?” “Well, we were only half responsible, if that…” Stacey said. She had clearly given this some thought. “I think the strap is appropriate. Maybe half a strapping? Three strokes each?” Again, Lara wanted to protest. But Stacey’s grip around her waist seemed to keep tightening, and her tone was very authoritative. As the more dominant of the two, Stacey’s word was usually law, and Lara knew it. Lara sighed. “Fine…” she begrudged. “Good,” Stacey said as she smacked Lara’s bottom hard. She stood her up and handed her the pull-up. “Why don’t you finish up with whatever … ahem … I interrupted, then meet me in my room for a real Wednesday appointment.” Lara blushed as she took the pull-up. She felt so small, with her pants around her ankles, her rosy bottom exposed, a thin diaper in her hand. It was strange and embarrassing, but arousing. A smile curled in the corners of her mouth. Stacey spanked her one more time as she turned to leave. “Oh and keep that little diaper on when your done. I wanna see how cute it looks on you.” Lara just panted. She waited for the door to close, then slipped on the Goodnite and got back to business.
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