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Diaper/wetting references found in movies and on TV
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"Squishy Sunday." I have on my last pink Sunkiss diaper and I am giving it a proper send off because I am very wet and messy this morning. A nice firm poopie is getting more compressed by the minute as I sit here sipping hot coffee. I will get my morning exercise while still in my wet and potty diapie as if nothing unusual has happened, life goes on when wet and soiled. I guess I got a load off my mind (and in my diaper)!! 🤭 -
Imagine being in her position, one mistake and you would be done for. -
By Kitty Angel · Posted
25. Work and Play I woke up and started to stretch, before realising that I couldn’t feel my hand. My first instinct was to panic, but some kind of deep preservation instinct told me not to do anything until I knew my situation. The wildest part of my imagination was conjuring up some evil organisation kidnapping me, with sedatives and all kinds of weird pharmacology. In that case, I didn’t want them to know that I was awake. I opened my eyes, and saw that the room was well-lit. There was nothing to be scared of here. I hadn’t been abducted, and I wasn’t the victim of some ancient magic; although my dreams had been quite vivid, incorporating elements of the story that I had apparently fallen asleep in the middle of reading. I was sitting back on my own couch, with a beautiful young woman’s head in my lap. My right arm was under her shoulder, and the lack of sensation could be attributed to her weight reducing my circulation a little. I’d felt that enough times when I was lying on my own arm in a funny position; but having the same experience with Belle there somehow made it special. Once I was awake, I wondered what I should do. I didn’t want to wake her, but the position she was in couldn’t be comfortable. It looked really awkward, and I didn’t want her to wake up with a stiff shoulder or something like that. But I also didn’t want to disturb her when she had a smile on her face like that. I settled for stroking her hair, happy that I could spend time with someone who made me so happy. The sun was already rising outside anyway, so she would probably be fully rested even if my movements woke her. “Daddy?” she asked. “Yes–?” I said, barely resisting the urge to call her ‘Lily’. I wasn’t ready to say that name yet, not until I understood why it mattered. “Sleep well, sweetie? I think we fell asleep on the couch.” “You’re comfy,” she said with a smile. “I think that’s a weird kind of first for me. I mean… I’ve woken up next to guys before, but never fallen asleep on one. I mean, not unless we were…” “Aren’t you too little to think about things like that?” I asked. “Unfortunately not,” she said, and gave me a theatrical pout. “Or fortunately. I mean, think about what’s right next to my face. It’s hard to keep the naughty thoughts out of my mind without something to enforce childishness.” “Enforce?” I asked. But I already knew I wasn’t going to get an answer right then. There were other things on her mind that had nothing to do with childishness. It wouldn’t take her long to convince me either, because she knew exactly how to command my full attention. I didn’t mind being a little late into the office. That was a part of life in Upper Ashfields; one of the reasons that we were more effective than other branches of the company. The schedule was flexible, so the early birds and night owls could both work whatever hours they were more comfortable with so long as the jobs got done. Alex made some joke as I came through the door, but I knew by now that nothing he said could ever be taken seriously, especially when he was on reception. I wondered if Carter would get the same reception; I’d heard more than enough stories by now to know that Noel didn’t really buy into the whole flexibility ethos for people she saw as beneath her. I made a mental note to give Lily a little treat later; maybe present her dinner with a new spoon. She might know that her career was protected by friends in high places, but a disgruntled office manager could still cause enough stress to make her need some child time. Then I focused on my work for the rest of the day. I couldn’t think about anything else, because the systems that I was trying to work around were incredibly complex. And as always, once I was working on a problem it would fill my mind completely. The problem today was working out what could be extrapolated from meeting attendance. This wasn’t the old-school time and motion study, but an incredible, innovative system that had the potential to revolutionise efficiency. It didn’t record who was in the building or anything like that, but who met with whom. And I was wondering whether that could be combined with the hit counts from the corporate web cache to deduce who was looking at particular pages. Any systems engineer would have told me that was impossible; the cache data was deliberately anonymised. User data was only stored in a separate, encrypted record in case the police came calling about some criminal activity on the network. But… some buildings had separate offsite connections, and therefore maintained their own caches. And if I could train a system to recognise a pattern in when certain pages were accessed, I might just be able to match that against the records of which team members had meetings with each other, extrapolating who was where and then what they had been looking at. “We should have Oz on this,” Consty said, and I looked over in surprise. “I mean, pattern recognition is her forte. It’s why she’s done so well on natural language processing. Have you met? She works upstairs, but I think her time’s all accounted for on the voice command system for the lights and all that. It’s all built on her work.” “Skilled programmer,” I said, thinking about how many things seemed like second nature now; the home automation in our homes here was a generation ahead of what the rest of the world could get, and I expected that was a really big achievement. “Should see if she can help us out, but I know she’ll have her own priorities.” “I can ask her to take a look over your code?” Kevin suggested. “I mean, this is a project that would benefit her as well, so she might be able to squeeze in a couple of hours instead of working on projects around the house.” “Thanks,” I said with a smile. “Dude,” Lisette called from the other side of the desk. “Volunteering your girlfriend for extra work? If I did that I’d be sleeping on the couch for a month.” “Now that’s where I’m ahead of the game,” he said with a smirk. “We’re both on the couch now. Renovations at the new house, you know? And besides, it’s not like it’s extra work. She gets contribution credits, she gets paid for it. And you know she’d be too interested in this if she knew about it.” “I don’t know her that well,” Lisette said with a shrug. “But it sounds like your girlfriend is a lot more forgiving than mine.” I didn’t catch Kevin’s response, and a part of me was quite glad of that. There was something about the tone, and the way everybody else laughed, which made me think that his relationship was different from mine in ways I didn’t even want to know about. But could that be what Belle wanted me to learn? I didn’t know; I could see the shape of something hanging in the air, but I knew I didn’t want to be part of it without even knowing what it was. All I wanted now was for the conversation to get back to work; simple topics with simple solutions. Or rather, incredibly complex solutions that only a bona fide genius could possibly hold in their head; but solutions that were just pure mathematics, without the eccentricity of human emotion and self-doubt. “Invite her to join us?” I said. “Maybe we could get a conference room in the evening or something, so it’s not interfering with her current projects. Call out for pizza, I’m buying, and we can see if she sees anything in my work. I mean, this weird mess is all my project, everybody else is on their own things, so we don’t need the whole team to be there.” “Throw in a bottle and I’m sure she’ll be interested,” Kev said, and there was that chuckle again. He could have meant that a bottle of wine would be the bribe necessary to get Oz working out of hours; but a part of me was sure that wasn’t the kind of bottle he was thinking of. I agreed quickly, and then spent the next couple of hours wondering just what I had agreed to. Was I scheduling a playdate in work hours? Should Carter come along too? I wanted her to meet Oz, but I wasn’t sure if there would be any legitimate work for her to do. I didn’t speak to Kevin again before the end of the day. Not because it was awkward, but just because I was too focused on my work. The fuzzy matching algorithms seemed to get harder the more I stared at them, and every breakthrough just revealed another layer of exponentially-increasing complexity. If I’d ever underestimated the skill of AI programmers, this task was showing me just how complex their work could be. But finally, I had to go to Kevin and let him know that Oz’s help would be much appreciated. “I’m stumped,” I said. “I could post a staffing request, but maybe it would be easier if you could ask your girlfriend to give us a hand. If that’s okay?” “I’ll ask,” he said. And if I hadn’t been half expecting it, I probably wouldn’t have noticed his eyes quickly darting around the room before he continued: “You’re thinking about inviting your little too, aren’t you? So we can tease them while she works?” “I was thinking more about an opportunity for them to meet,” I said. “I’m not really sure what’s appropriate, though it might be a bit less stressful.” “I don’t think Oz can stay little when coding. Even when she’s writing code for… Well, little-adjacent things. But it would be fun to see if we can tease her. Some time soon we might be able to make the worlds meet better, but I’m not sure how well that will work.” “I guess it depends on the psychology of why they do it,” I said. “If it’s an escape from adult things, it might be hard to find that emotional space when there’s still adult things demanding her attention. Like my little… Sometimes after a rough day she really wants to, but she can’t put those thoughts out of her mind.” “Same. I mean, we think we’ve found a way around that. It’s kind of a… experiment, you might say. But it’s taken a year already and it’s not ready for testing. Maybe when it’s there, your little one can try it too.” “How does that work?” I looked at the clock, and I knew I needed to be moving if I wanted to make our dinner reservation for tonight. But this was one question that I needed an answer to. If there was something that would make it easier for Belle to feel like Lily, I wanted to know. Anything I could do to help her was my top priority. Kevin hesitated, and turned back to his computer for a few seconds. He wasn’t sure if I was going to say his idea was silly, or strange, or immoral, I guessed. But after ninety seconds of occasional keypresses, he turned back to me with a question. “What do you know about hypnosis?” Hmm… would anyone be interested in seeing Oz's original story once I've finished posting the current big ones from my back catalogue? I've got a poll elsewhere to decide which one to post next. I was playing with a trend on Wattpad, having the name of the POV character in chapter titles and alternating between them, and I think it works quite well for that story. -
By Kitty Angel · Posted
151. My Interrogation “I need to make sure we’re all on the same page,” Ffrances said, and I just nodded. “The first time I hypnotised Tess, you passed the ideas between us, because she was too embarrassed to ask me directly. Remember that? Good. So, what did you tell Tess, about what the trance could do?” “I told her that if her bedwetting problem was caused by stress, there was a chance hypnosis would help. But I said it was something you’re not supposed to do if she’s not actually a patient, so you’d have to add a reverse trigger too. A hint that we could make her wet as a deterrent from relying entirely on the hypnosis.” “I see,” she said slowly. And I could tell from the way she pursed her lips that she was angry now. Of course, I would also have known she was upset because I’d just admitted lying to her. But maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. “I thought she didn’t have the courage to admit she wanted it,” I continued. “I was giving her an excuse, so she wouldn’t have to admit she enjoyed those little accidents.” “Why would I want that?” Tess growled, shocked by the words she was hearing. “Maybe you’d better tell Tess,” Ffrances said. “What did you tell me about what Tess wanted.” “You already know that,” I said. And I really didn’t understand why she was asking something so straightforward. “I told you that Tess had upvoted some of the posts I shared on FriendSpace about all the adult baby stuff, back when I first heard about it. That I thought she was curious. And that I suspected she might actually be abusing drugs to make herself wet the bed, so she could explore the possibility. I told you she’d asked for hypnosis to cause bedwetting, and I thought it might be a good idea because it would be healthier than diuretics and sleeping pills. But I suggested including the reverse trigger as well, so it goes both ways. So that if she was overdoing it and we refused to trigger her, we would have a way to stop her falling back on unsafe methods.” Tess might have yelled at that; I would have expected her to deny it. But she just stared in disbelief. “So when we discussed it,” Ffrances mused, “and I mentioned that we would use the reverse trigger if she overdid it… my attempts to avoid embarrassing Tess more than necessary meant that neither of us noticed we were talking at cross purposes. That’s quite a complex deception. It would have been so easy for the truth to come out back then. And once I’d bought into the idea that she wanted to be regressed, I never really questioned it. So… you thought she would get more comfortable with the suggestion if it was readily available, rather than something she would have to work for. So, in the last six months, how many times has Tess asked you to use the trigger to make her wet the bed?” “Never,” I said. “I think she’s still too shy to admit that she wants it.” “Oh?” Spike said, studying me intensely. I could tell that she didn’t trust me entirely, after our earlier disagreements. “But I think you’ve used it without her permission a couple of times, haven’t you?” “Of course not!” I protested. “I wouldn’t do something like that. Consent is the most important thing. When I saw that she was still using the diapers, I assumed she was getting Ffrances or somebody to say the trigger. I never realised it could be upsetting her.” “Really?” Ffrances asked. “She’d ask me but not you, when you thought she was too embarrassed to say a word? I think that shows a distinct lack of critical thinking. And I also realise that in spite of my instruction to tell the truth, you might find it possible to lie when someone else asks you a question. So just to be sure, how often have you used the trigger without consent to make Tess wet herself?” “Not often,” I said. “Just enough to remind her that she’s still a baby. Never more than three nights in a row, and recently it’s only been about once a week. Maybe twice, if she’s acting too grown-up.” Tess’s eyes were wide in shock. It was like she hadn’t realised at all. Spike reacted more quickly, kicking her chair back and standing up with fists clenched. It was hard to believe she was so angry, just because I’d bent the truth a little to help Tess accept herself. But I didn’t have time to think about that before Ffrances slapped me. “You know my rules about consent,” she snapped. “You know how seriously I take that. And you tricked me into helping you hurt a child. You don’t get forgiven for that. Did you honestly think I was never going to find out?” “You said you would never use hypnosis to make me tell the truth,” I said. “It was hard, but I thought that I could work around anything you discovered. And once we get her completely regressed, it would be tre enough anyway.” And then I thought for a second. “Hey, you made me tell the truth! You said you’d never do that, that isn’t exactly fair.” “No, it’s not. And I said I wouldn’t do this to you, because I trusted you. Do you remember what I said about that?” “You said…” I mumbled, my anxiety deepening as I remembered what Ffrances had actually told me. “You wouldn’t make me tell the truth, because you trust me to tell the truth about important things when you just ask. And if you felt like you couldn’t trust what I tell you, we would already be…” I couldn’t even finish the sentence. Did she really mean that? Had I thrown away life with my fiancée just to help Tess be a real little? I couldn’t imagine a world where I had to choose between my love and my baby, and I hoped there was something I could say to earn a second chance; to make them understand that this was what she really needed. “So, why?” Ffrances asked. “Why would you put so much effort into this trick? Do you just like lying to me, or is there a real reason you wanted to cause Tess so much trouble?” “I thought… hypnosis has to be better than the drugs she was on. That stuff can mess you up if you do it for too long. I just wanted to get her off it, I wanted it to be safe.” “I never did drugs!” Tess snapped. “Did you really think Tess was taking diuretics to make her wet the bed?” Ffrances asked. “Yes,” I answered. This time, the truth would save me. “How confident were you in that decision? And when did you figure it out?” “I was certain. As certain as I’ve ever been. And I knew it worked when she sneaked down to put her sheets in the wash without me seeing. The first morning she was here.” “You’re really sure she took those pills? And you were sure that long ago?” “Yes. I was sure.” “How were you so certain?” “I put the pills in her drink when she wasn’t looking, and then watched her drink it. And in the morning she was hurrying to get her sheets clean. That’s enough to convince anybody.” “Yes,” Ffrances growled this time. “But I notice that you’re still giving me half answers, trying to deceive me. I don’t appreciate that. So I think I should ask directly why you did this. Did you think it would be better for her?” “I remembered when I was her babysitter. Everything was fun then, and I wanted those days back. And she’s still so cute, it would just be natural for her to be a little. I decided she was going to be my baby, and I had to keep going with that. I just felt so frustrated when I found how much she’s grown in the last ten years. I’d decided she was my baby and I didn’t want anything to stand in the way of me getting what I wanted.” “Wow,” Spike sighed. “You really are a selfish bitch.” I wanted to argue, but there was nothing I could really say at that point. She was right. I kept on telling myself that I wanted Tess to realise she was a little deep down; or that I knew it was what she really wanted; or that she needed protection from the monsters in her school. But when my fiancée forced me to tell the truth, I couldn’t bring myself to say any of those things. No matter how hard I tried, I still knew that they were just lies and excuses. I was doing this to Tess because I wanted a baby, and it would be so much easier for her. Ffrances kept on asking me questions about the other things I’d done. She got the key details of Tess’s Christmas regression; the day in the garden with the old photo; all the times I’d told her to have an accident if Spike tried to kiss her; and the trick with the movie. Tess and Spike both got more and more angry as the questioning went on, but Ffrances was now talking to me from some kind of calm space, the eye of the storm that lies beyond all rage. I wanted to apologise, but she kept on asking questions and all I could do was answer. Eventually, it seemed like she knew everything about what I’d done. And with all the evidence laid out day by day, it made me realise just how cruel I’d been to the baby I claimed to love. While Ffrances kept on questioning me, I couldn’t even think about the excuses that I’d used to justify it to myself. I was the villain. I was the monster. How was I supposed to deal with that? “Okay,” Ffrances said,and reached out to touch my forehead again. She told me to listen, and I couldn’t possibly have resisted her then. “Now, we need you to learn about consent. So from now on, any time you try to trigger Tess or Spike without consent, something different will happen. You will get lost in your thoughts; and find the next word on the tip of your tongue where you can’t reach it. Each and every time you try to use a trigger without consent, you will find yourself unable to say it. And every time, without fail, when you try to violate a little girl’s consent, you will immediately wet yourself. It’s you, not her, who will have those accidents. Understand? I think this should keep you from doing anything worse for a while, at least until we have a more solid plan to prevent abuse. I nodded again, knowing that Ffrances had always been able to overpower me. When she was like this, I knew I was getting off easy. Then she sent me up to my room. To pack my stuff, maybe, because everything belonged to Ffrances now. If we broke up, she would be the one with the house, and the one looking after Tess. I paced back and forth, wondering how I’d been able to be so selfish without noticing. I barely got anything done, until Ffrances walked in again. I could only hope that she had some kind of good news for me. Oh dear… how do you think Ffrances will respond to that confession? Or Tess? -
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