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By Wannatripbaby · Posted
PART 2 "WAAAAAGGHHHHHH!!!" Vellna, Ruppert, and Agnis all turned at once to the source of the sound that now filled the chamber. A goblin had happened upon the treasure room the two adventurers had snuck into, and had surely now alerted the entire warband to the presence of the intruders. "Shit!" Vellna cursed. "Ah ah ah! Language!" Agnis scolded. "Apparently she grasps our language enough to identify swearing when she hears it." Ruppert surmised. "I don't care! We're both about to die!" Vellna shrieked. Rather than panicking like his companion, Ruppert calmly turned to Agnis and gestured towards the mouth of the cave, "I'm assuming you can handle this for us, yes... M-Mommy?" he added the last part through gritted teeth. "Nonsense!" Agnis said jovially, stepping over to a nearby bounded and taking a seat upon it. "Go play with the goblins, babies. It is good exercise!" Ruppert gulped, turning towards the mouth of the cave once again. "We're both going to die." "WAAAAAAAAAGGHHHHHHHHH!!!" The goblin let out another war cry as it and several of its brethren charged at the duo. Vellna readied her battle axe, "Well if I'm gonna die, I'm gonna go down swinging!" she said, charging towards the oncoming goblins as ferociously as her diaper-waddle would let her. "I'll, uhhh, help from back here." Ruppert said, readying his wand. He'd used most of his mana getting them here, but he still had enough for a few good magic missiles. Vellna crashed into the front line, disarming the first goblin--literally--before separating its ugly head from its torso. Unfortunately, the maneuver left her wide open and a second goblin smacked her upside the head with its crude wooden club, knocking her to the ground and making her see stars. Fortunately, before the goblin could press its advantage, a bolt of blue light struck it square in the temple, knocking the monster out cold. "Yes!" Ruppert cheered at his successful hit. Vellna righted herself back on her feet and shook the stars from her vision. Two more goblins were bearing down on her now. She swung her axe wildly to keep them at bay, and just as another one of Ruppert's magic bolts struck one of them she leapt towards the other and buried her axe in its skull. "Good teamwork, babies! You are doing great!" Agnis called out from her rock, pulling some sort of tome out of her bag and beginning to read it, seemingly disinterested in the fight happening around her. "We'd be doing a lot better if you'd help!" Vellna shouted over the din of combat, barely managing to deflect a goblin's club. Agnis either didn't hear her, or didn't feel the need to respond. Ruppert began drawing a sigil in the air with his wand, "Get ready to duck!" "Got it!" Vellna said, kicking on goblin in the nuts before turning to block the blow of another. "Now!" Ruppert called out before releasing a wave of arcane energy straight at Vellna. The wave traveled about three feet about the ground, so all Vellna had to do was dive under the oncoming spell, allowing it to travel over her and hit the group of goblins that had surrounded her. The tactic worked like a charm and the blast knocked four goblins off their feet at once. "Ha! Take that, you fiends!" Ruppert gloated from the back lines. Unfortunately the arcane wave didn't have enough power to kill any other them outright, so all four of them scrambled to their feet even angrier than before. "You idiot! You didn't charge it up enough!" Vellna shouted back at Ruppert. "It's not my fault! I'm out of mana!" the mage replied. "Great... Guess I'm on my own then." Vellna said, hefting her axe in a defensive stance. But just as the quartet of goblins closed in on her, another battle cry reverberated throughout the cave--this one deeper and more-monstrous than the previous. Everyone turned to the mouth of the cave to see a new figure standing there. A goblin, yes, but this one was clad in black armor and wielding a jagged sword and a wicked-looking shield. The goblin Warchief had arrived, and both of the young adventurers' diapers grew slightly warmer at the sight of him. "Agnis! We could really use your help now please!" Vellna cried out desperately. The woman in red looked up from her book, "Ooooo a new friend to play with! Go get him, sweetie! I believe in you!" She said before turning back to her tome. "You shouldn't believe in me! I'm gonna die-AHHHH!" Vellna barely had time to raise her axe to deflect the Warchief's sword bearing down on her. Even if she'd had her armor, it was very likely that blade could have killed her in a single blow. Now? She was certain a single strike would end her. Ruppert, having exhausted the last of his magical energy on the Arcane Wave spell, was completely powerless to help his companion. "Can't you give us any help at all?" he pleaded with Agnis, "A buffing spell? Or maybe a mana potion you could give me so that I can help Vellna even a little bit?" Agnis looked up at the fight for only a moment, before turning back towards the mage, "It is okay to let your sister have the glory once in a while, child. Let her fight this battle on her own. You will get your chance, I promise." "Sister? She's not my... Ugghhh!" Ruppert turned away from the woman in frustration. Vellna meanwhile, was struggling to just barely stay alive. All of her focus was devoted to dodging the Warchief's attacks, so much so that she didn't have time to even *try* to land a hit of her own. The young girl was breathing hard now, her stamina approaching its limit. Whereas the Warchief was only just getting started. If Vellna didn't do something--and fast--she was surely going to end up in a goblin stew before the night was over. She spied one of the fallen goblin's clubs on the ground and it gave her an idea--a crazy, borderline-suicidal idea. She dodged and rolled to the right, scooping the crude club up as she came to a stand. Now wielding a weapon in each hand, she planted her feet and tried her best to look menacing. "Alright you big, ugly, hideous, smelly monster! Come get some!" she taunted. The creature needed no further incentive. It let out a cry of rage and charged at Vellna like a bull. The young adventurer, terrified as she was, stood her ground. Then at the last possible second, with a flick of her wrist she flung the club directly at the Warchief's head! It bounced off of his ugly face with a dull *thud*, causing no real damage, but the sudden impact was enough of a distraction to open the hideous monster up for a follow-up attack with Vellna's axe. It would be a wild swing--she didn't have time to two-hand the axe again, but this was her only shot. Gripping the battle-axe at the very end of the hilt, she twisted her body to put as much power behind her swing as she could muster. It was do or die! *KKRRSSHHHTTT!!!* Shards of metal went flying off in every direction as the axe shattered upon impact with the goblin Warchief's armor. Vellna was too stunned from the shock of vibrations the axe handle sent up her arm to realize what had actually happened. She landed the hit, didn't she? Did she cleave through the Warchief's armor? Surely that was the impact she felt, right? Before she could come to her senses, Vellna felt a different sensation: The Warchief's sword piercing her body, skewering her right through. All of the breath in her body was violently forced out. Heat and pain radiated out from the gaping wound in her mid-section. She couldn't think, she could barely feel, all she wanted to do was take a breath and refill her lungs. But she couldn't. The goblin Warchief sneered an evil grin, locking hateful yellow eyes with her, before viciously ripping his sword out of her guts. The adventurer's body crumpled to the dirt beneath her feet, all strength having left her. Somewhere, deep in the recesses of her dying mind, something screamed for her to get up! Keep fighting! You can't die like this! But she was beyond fighting now. The heat radiating from the hole in her chest was replaced by a creeping cold--a numbness so complete, it erased all memory of feeling. "By the seven secret fires... No!" Ruppert muttered, still in shock that his traveling companion was truly... Gone... The air shifted all around them. The torches ensconced in the cave walls dimmed to mere embers as all the light... No, all the *shadows*... Raced towards the center of the room. Towards Agnis. "YOU HAVE HURT MY CHILD!" Her voice boomed, otherworldly and terrible, as darkness intermingled with flame swirled around her. Ruppert scrambled to back away as the fiery tempest engulfed the woman in red, before growing and forming into a larger, most-terrify shape: A dragon. The goblins all screamed in terror and ran for the mouth of the cave, but unfortunately for them, Agnis the Dragon would allow no such escape. She opened her vicious maw, and from the depths of her draconic rage she unleashed an inferno upon the lowly creatures, incinerating them to ash almost instantly. Even the Warchief's black armor didn't stand a chance against dragon fire. The cave fell silent. The dragon Agnis scanned over the charred bodies of the goblins, ensuring none had survived, before the black and red flame once again engulfed her, this time shrinking down until she was in her woman-form again. Ruppert, who up until this point had been too terrified to speak, suddenly found his voice again, pointing a shaky finger at Agnis. "Y-you're a d-d-dragon!?!? I thought there were no dragons left in this world!?" The woman simply smiled down at the young mage, "Correct. There *were* no dragons, as my kind fled this world millennia ago. That is, until your genie friend called *me* back here." Ruppert, overcome with fear, fell to his hands and knees, bowing his head low until it was nearly touching the cave floor. "I swear, we did not intend to summon you here, oh most fiery and powerful of beings! We would nev-AAAHHHH!" he shrieked as Agnis suddenly lifted him up off the ground, only to place him back on his feet. "Careful, sweetie, we do not want your robes to get all dirty, now do we?" Agnis said, gently patting his head. "I uhhh... Umm..." Ruppert was still far too stunned to give an intelligible response. "Now then, let us tend to your sister." Agnis said, striding over to Vellna's corpse. Ruppert blinked several times, trying to come to his senses and process what the dragon-woman had just said. "Tend to... You mean like... Bury her or-… Wait what are you doing!?" Agnis pulled one shoulder of her dress down, allowing for her left breast to come free. Ruppert tried to look away at first, but found he could not tear his attention away from her plump, beautiful breast... She leaned over Vellna's body and a single, golden drop of liquid squeezed itself from her tit, landing on the girl's bloody wound. In an instant, Vellna's body was suffused with golden light. Ruppert's jaw practically hit the cave floor as he watched the dragon's magic repair his friend's body in mere seconds. But to what end? Surely even someone as mighty as a dragon cannot raise the dead back to life... Can they? As if in answer, Vellna suddenly jerked upright, gasping and coughing, before feeling the spot on her stomach where the wound had been. "I… Wha… Wha happen'd?" she slurred, still not fully in control of her faculties. "You DIED, that's what happened!" Ruppert exclaimed. "But that is okay, baby, Mommy fixed you up." Agnis said, smiling down at the girl. Vellna blinked several times, still trying to come to grips with her reality. "I… Died?" she asked slowly. "Yes you did. But then *Mommy* here--" He said with a cringe, "--Who is a DRAGON by the way--brought you back to life by… umm, she… she sort of…" He made a few odd gestures towards his chest, before waving it off dismissively, "It doesn't matter. The point is, you're back, and it turns out our new companion is FAR more-powerful than I think either of us bargained for!" Agnis kneeled down, putting a hand on each of the young adventurers' shoulders, "And so long as I am around, nothing and nobody will ever bring you harm!" she said cheerily. Vellna and Ruppert locked eyes, realization slowly dawning on them; They now traveled with perhaps the most-powerful being currently alive, and that being was going to take good care of them… Whether they wanted her to or not. Vellna gulped, "I uhhh… Think I'm gonna need a new diaper…" -
Yeah it started getting worse in my early 30s. It was really painful for the first half of my 30s. I didn't and don't have accidents that frequently (Except now while wearing diapers), but I often wish that I did. As strange as that may sound. It feels like your urinary system is gaslighting you, and the pain can be really horrible. Id rather not have to worry about going to the bathroom everytime I arrive our leave a place, and then still feel like I could still pee myself in between. Id rather it actually happen while wearing a diaper. I no longer have sensation of how full I am, and urges give no clear indication. I've been on the fence about wearing diapers consistently and just letting my control go for decades at this point. I actually like wearing diapers, and having an accident while wearing one feels far less horrible to me than dealing with the constant threat of it without a diaper. Especially considering it rarely materialize. -
I strongly relate to a lot of what has been said in this thread. I haven’t been formally diagnosed with OAB, but I’m considering bringing it up to my doctor on my next visit now. Based on my frequency, I’m well above normal in terms of how many times I need to pee throughout the day. It’s even worse when I drink water, coffee, or alcohol, where like @Ded1989 mentioned, it can cause me to pee every 20-45 mins. I drink a lot of coffee at work in the mornings, and it’s almost become impossible to work without a diaper on, since I can barely sit through an hour long meeting without desperately needing to pee. Luckily I work from home 3 days a week, so it’s not difficult to decide to put on a diaper most days anyways. Still, there are times when I go out in public for extended periods of time with friends or family, or to the office, and I know I’ll need to pee frequently, but I opt not to wear a diaper, partly stemming from shame and embarrassment. I’ve started wearing pull ups all the time when I’m not in a diaper, so it’s easier to go to the bathroom if I can, but I can also relieve myself if there isn’t one available. Lately though, my OAB seems to be in overdrive, and I’m starting to consider just going all in on diapers. Diapers really do provide a comfort and security that is unmatched when dealing with OAB. @gregs mentioned that he started to experience worsening symptoms at 35, which is how old I am now, so I’m starting to wonder if I’m on a similar trajectory. It certainly feels like this is the worst it’s ever been for me. -
By Lilboydiaper · Posted
Chapter 13 : Liam slowly settled into the play area, still a little shy at first. The soft mats beneath him and the carefully arranged toys gave the space a gentle, inviting feel. He hesitated only a moment before reaching out, picking up a small toy spaceship. He turned it in his hands, eyes lighting up just a little. Then, quietly at first, he lifted it into the air. “Shhhhhh…” he whispered, a faint sound effect escaping as he flew it in a slow arc above him. From behind the camera, Luke smiled but said nothing, letting the moment unfold naturally. Liam’s movements grew more confident. The spaceship swooped and dipped, weaving through an imaginary galaxy only he could see. His earlier nerves seemed to melt away with each pass. “That’s it…” Luke murmured softly, mostly to himself as he snapped a few photos. “Perfect.” After a while, Liam set the spaceship down and turned to a set of oversized blocks. He stacked them carefully, tongue peeking out slightly in concentration as he built the tower higher and higher. “One more…” he muttered under his breath. The tower wobbled. Liam gasped, then laughed as it toppled over in a soft cascade around him. The sound of his laughter filled the room—light, genuine, and unguarded. Click. Luke captured it. Next, Liam lay back on the mat, picking up a plush teddy bear. He held it above his face, staring into its stitched eyes, his expression soft and thoughtful now. For a moment, everything slowed. The playfulness gave way to something quieter—comfort, maybe even a sense of peace. Luke lowered the camera slightly, taking that in before lifting it again for another shot. “You’re doing amazing, Liam,” he said gently. Liam glanced over, cheeks faintly pink but smiling. “Really?” “Really.” After a while, Luke stepped in. “Let’s try another look,” he suggested. Liam nodded, sitting up. The transition felt easier now, more natural. Luke helped him into a sailor-style outfit—soft fabric, neatly fitted, with a classic, charming look. Liam looked down at himself, smoothing the front. “This one’s… different.” “It suits you,” Luke said with a small grin. “Trust me.” Back in the play space, Liam slipped right back into the moment, this time with even less hesitation. He moved between toys, more expressive now, occasionally glancing at Luke with a shy but growing confidence. Each click of the camera felt less intimidating, more like encouragement. They changed outfits again—another soft, playful look—and continued. Time seemed to blur as the session went on, filled with laughter, quiet moments, and the steady rhythm of the camera capturing it all. Eventually, Luke lowered the camera and checked in. “Hey,” he said gently. “Let’s take a quick break, alright?” Liam nodded, a little tired now but still smiling. Luke helped him get comfortable, making sure everything was taken care of so Liam could relax without worry. There was a calm professionalism in the way he moved—attentive, but always respectful. Once they were done, the two of them moved over to a nearby sofa. Liam sank into it with a small sigh, instinctively curling slightly as he settled. After a moment, he leaned against Luke, resting his head lightly against his shoulder. Luke didn’t pull away. He just smiled, relaxed, letting the quiet settle between them. “You did a wonderful job today,” Luke said after a moment. “Seriously. You were natural out there. That’s not easy.” Liam looked up at him, eyes soft. “I was really nervous at first…” “I know,” Luke said. “But you pushed through it. That matters.” He reached into his pocket and handed Liam an envelope. Liam blinked, opening it slightly. “This is…?” “Two hundred,” Luke said. “For your time—and your work.” Liam looked genuinely surprised. “That’s… a lot.” “You earned it,” Luke replied simply. Liam held the envelope close, a quiet smile spreading across his face as he leaned back against the sofa. For the first time that day, there was no hesitation in him at all—just a soft, contented calm. Chapter 14 : Liam typed the address into his phone, watching the little map load in. “Fifteen minutes…” he murmured, a small smile tugging at his lips. “That’s not bad at all.” For a moment, he just stood there on the sidewalk outside his place, phone still in hand. I’m really doing this, he thought, a mix of excitement and nerves fluttering in his chest. He took a breath, slipped his phone into his pocket, and started walking. ⸻ The air was calm, the kind of quiet afternoon that made everything feel a little more personal. With each step, Liam found himself thinking back to earlier—the studio, the laughter, the way Luke had made everything feel so easy. I didn’t think I could be like that, he admitted to himself. That comfortable… that open. His fingers brushed lightly against his side as he walked, grounding himself. Then his thoughts shifted back to the shop. He pulled his phone out again mid-walk, scrolling through the website as he moved. “Lisa…” he said softly, reading. “Owner.” He paused at a photo. An elderly woman with kind eyes and a warm smile stared back at him from the screen. She built all of this? he wondered, impressed. Decades… loyal customers… There was something comforting about that. Maybe it’s… safe, he thought. Maybe this isn’t as weird as I thought it was. He locked his phone and kept walking. ⸻ When Liam finally reached the building, he almost missed it. It was… plain. No flashy signs. No bright colors. Just an ordinary storefront that blended into everything around it. He stopped in front of it, tilting his head slightly. “This is it?” he whispered. A small wave of uncertainty hit him. Did I get the wrong place? But then— No… this has to be it. He hesitated for just a second longer… then reached for the door and stepped inside. ⸻ Everything changed. Liam froze. His eyes widened as he took it all in—the colors, the textures, the sheer variety of things he’d never seen before. Shelves lined with items he’d only ever glimpsed online, displays arranged with care, little details everywhere you looked. It felt like stepping into a completely different world. “Whoa…” he breathed. This is real… all of this is real. He took a few slow steps forward, almost afraid to touch anything at first. His gaze darted from one display to another, trying to take it all in at once. I had no idea something like this even existed… As he wandered, something caught his eye. A stroller. But not just any stroller—it was colorful, playful, and unmistakably themed. Liam blinked, focusing in. Inside was a young man, looking relaxed and content, while a couple gently guided the stroller along. Liam hesitated, then—before he could overthink it—he approached them. “Hey, um…” he started, a little shy but smiling. “I just wanted to say—that’s a really cool ride.” The young man in the stroller looked up, his face lighting up slightly. “Thanks,” he said, his tone soft but happy. The couple stopped, turning toward Liam. “I’m Liam,” he added quickly. “Jill,” the woman said warmly, offering a small wave. “And I’m Marcus,” the man added with a friendly nod. Jill gestured gently toward the stroller. “And this is Jack.” “Nice to meet you,” Liam said, his nerves easing just a bit. “I’ve never seen anything like this before. It’s… really awesome.” Jack smiled faintly, clearly pleased by the compliment. They chatted for a few minutes—simple things at first, but enough for Liam to start feeling like he wasn’t completely out of place. They’re so normal, he realized. Just… people. And yet, there was something deeply comforting about that. As they talked, Liam found himself glancing around again, still in awe. “There’s just… so much here,” he admitted. Jill smiled knowingly. “Yeah. It can feel like a lot your first time.” Marcus chuckled. “But you get used to it.” Liam nodded slowly. “I think I already am,” he said, surprising himself. At that moment, Jill lifted her hand and waved someone over. Liam turned—and immediately recognized her. “Hi there,” the elderly woman said as she approached, her voice gentle and welcoming. That’s her, Liam thought. That’s Lisa. “It’s nice to see a new face,” Lisa added with a kind smile. Liam felt a small flutter of nerves again but nodded politely. “Hi… yeah, I—uh—I just found out about this place.” “Well, we’re glad you did,” she said warmly. After a few more moments of conversation, Liam said his goodbyes to Jill, Marcus, and Jack. “Nice meeting you,” he said sincerely. “You too,” Jill replied. “Maybe we’ll see you around.” “I’d like that,” Liam said. ⸻ Lisa stayed with him for a bit, helping him find things as he slowly got more comfortable exploring. “This might be a good place to start,” she said at one point, guiding him toward a section. “Okay,” Liam said, nodding. He found himself picking things up, examining them more closely now—bibs, bottles, different styles and designs. Then diapers, each one more colorful than the last. I didn’t know there were this many options… A couple small toys caught his eye too, and before he knew it, he was holding more than he expected. Lisa smiled softly. “Take your time,” she said. “No rush.” “Thanks,” Liam replied. Eventually, his arms were full enough that he grabbed a cart. Wow… I’m really doing this, he thought again, but this time there was less doubt and more quiet excitement. After a while, Lisa excused herself to tend to other things, leaving Liam to finish browsing on his own. ⸻ At checkout, Liam placed everything on the counter, watching as each item was scanned. There was a brief moment where that old nervousness tried to creep back in. Is this too much? But then he remembered the day he’d had. The way he’d felt. No… it’s not. He paid, thanked the cashier, and gathered his things. ⸻ Stepping back outside, the world felt… different somehow. The same streets, the same buildings—but Liam wasn’t quite the same. He adjusted his grip on the bags and started walking home. A soft smile settled on his face. Today was… a lot, he thought. But in a good way. And as he made his way back, there was a quiet sense of anticipation building again—wondering what came next. -
I really enjoyed this 🙂 Brought back a lot of my own memories of early diaper experiences 🙂 Thanks for sharing it!
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