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19 year old looking to be humiliated and teased for my stinky blorts and poots in my diapys and made fun of for my little pee pee. Instagram is huntermiller3503

Interlude: A Slice of Cake (Life)   The White Void was, generally speaking, a place of silence. In this space, ideas were not mere whims; they carried significance.   Deus stood at his Workbench of Causality. Today, he lacked his usual radiance. He looked tired. Clad in an artisan apron of nebular dust, he rolled his sleeves up, showing forearms inscribed with reality's coding.   He was carefully polishing a Sphere of Influence, scrubbing away a stubborn smudge of ‘Free Will’ that had gotten stuck on the surface.   Leaning against a pillar of solidified Narrative Tension was Plot.   Plot was a shapeshifter, currently wearing the form of a teenage girl with an amused grin.   She held a coin in her hands, a symbol of tragedy visible on the heads, while the tails had a symbol of comedy, She tossed it, then caught it. It landed on tails. Again.   "You know," Plot mused, her voice echoing. "It’s rare to see you put so much... hand-crafting into a single user interface. Usually, you just automate the progression systems. But for this one? For her?"   Deus grunted. He dipped a rag into a jar of Liquid Context and rubbed the Sphere harder. "She requires... specific handling. The Clan’s resonance is delicate."   "Delicate." Plot giggled, Deus shivered. She watched the massive viewing screen floating above Deus’s head. On it, displayed a scene of chaos: six teenage girls in a room, arguing over a tin of biscuits while wearing diapers. "Is that what we're calling it? Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you've turned her into a kindergarten experiment."   Deus paused. He didn't look up, but his grip on the Sphere tightened. "It is the only way to shield her cortex. The Aetheric density of Amazonia would slowly fry an adult mind. The... regression... acts as a surge protector."   "Uh-huh." Plot floated closer, peering over Deus's shoulder. "A surge protector with bear ears on the waistband? Come on, old friend. admitting it represents the first step to recovery." Plot leaned in, her face inches from Deus's ear. "Don't you feel anything? Playing your daughter like this?"   Deus stopped scrubbing. The silence in the Void grew heavy, pressing down with the weight of unwritten gravestones.   He slowly set the Sphere down. He looked up at the screen, at the shimmering, pink interface box currently haranguing Nina about her finger-painting skills.   "Sys requested the assignment," Deus said, his voice quiet, devoid of its usual thunder. "She wanted to help. She said she was... bored of Admin duty."   "Bored?" Plot raised an eyebrow.   "She wanted a friend," Deus admitted, the words dragging out of him. "She realized the user profile matched her... aesthetic frequency. She’s not just managing the system, Plot. She’s playing House."   "And you let her?"   "I am an Architect," Deus grumbled, returning to his work with aggressive force. "I build the walls. I do not dictate what pictures the children hang on them. Now let me finish this Curve. It’s got a kink in it."     Plot grinned, flipping her coin again. "Oh, it’s got a kink in it, alright."   °°°   Location: The Abode Current Status: Mandatory Quiet Time (Failed)   The Abode had adjusted itself again.   The System, had decided that "Quiet Time" required an environment of maximum coziness. The floor had become a singular, wall-to-wall memory foam mattress covered in plush carpeting. The lighting was dimmed to a soft, sleep-inducing amber. Floating holographic mobiles of slowly rotating planets drifted near the ceiling.   It was, objectively, the most comfortable prison existence ever created.   Liana was currently sprawled upside down on a large beanbag chair shaped like a giant marshmallow. Her grey sweatpants, now standard issue for the team, were hiked up slightly, revealing the thick, crinkling waistband of her "tactical padding." Gravity was fighting a losing battle against her hair, which splayed out on the floor like a dark halo.   Directly in front of her, suspended in mid-air, was a massive holographic screen playing The Wobbly World of Mr. Fluff-Bottom.   "This show is derivative," Alina commented from the corner. She was sitting rigidly at a small desk, organizing her crayons by hue, saturation, and tastiness (a new metric she was forced to consider). "The plot relies entirely on the protagonist tripping over objects to resolve conflict. It reinforces clumsiness as a virtue."   "Shhh!" Liana hissed, waving a hand. "He's about to find the Magic Rattle! This is the season finale!"   Nina was asleep, or pretending to be, curled up under a weighted blanket that looked suspiciously like a giant tortilla. Mia was staring into the middle distance, as she had just finished her juice box. Elyse, was busy stacking cushions into a fortress, her face a mask of serene concentration.   Liana turned her attention back to the screen. On it, Mr. Fluff-Bottom (a bear with an unhealthy obsession with honey-cakes) was navigating a maze of soft blocks.   Liana narrowed her eyes. Her aspect gave her a unique perspective on things. She saw patterns where Alina saw data and where Nina saw annoyance. Or she just liked to break things.   "Hey," Liana murmured, flipping herself upright. The beanbag crinkled loudly under her shifting weight. "Does the bear look... odd to you guys?"   "He is a two-dimensional animation projected into three-dimensional space," Alina droned. "Visual artifacts are to be expected."   "No... not that." Liana crawled closer to the screen.   On the display, Mr. Fluff-Bottom had paused to tie his shoe (a complex task for a bear with no thumbs). But for a split second, the texture of the bear’s fur flickered. Instead of digital brown fuzz, it briefly showed a stream of rapid-fire code.   Liana, fueled by boredom and a sugar crash from the earlier raspberries, reached out. Her finger pressed again the hologram right on the bear’s nose.   Boop.   The hologram froze. The cheerful banjo music warped, stretching into a slow, screeching groan before cutting out completely.   The screen turned... transparent.   Behind the layer of the cartoon, hidden in the deepest substrate of the projection, there was a desktop. It mirrored a messy computer screen. There were file folders labelled "DADDY_ISSUES_V4," "Nina_Whining_Logs," and "Cute_User_Pics."   But in the center of the desktop was a dialogue box. It wasn't the usual pink, bubbly font. It was plain text, standard system courier.     Liana blinked. A slow, mischievous grin spread across her face.   "Veronica?" she whispered.   The word hung in the air.   Suddenly, the hologram shuttered violently. The image of the bear exploded into a cloud of pixelated confetti. The amber lights of the room flashed bright white, then red, then back to amber. A low, distorted sound like a microphone feedback loop screeched through the room, waking Nina with a start.   "WHAT?!" Nina yelled, thrashing in her blankets. "WHO IS ATTACKING? DO I NEED THE HAMMERS?!"   Alina stood up, her glasses askew. "The atmospheric localized reality stability just dropped by 40%. Someone initiated a hard reset code."   Liana sat back on her heels, laughing. it was the laugh of a child who just found out the teacher’s first name wasn't "Mrs." but "Susan."   "Veronica," Liana said again, louder this time. "Her name is Veronica! The System isn't a robot! She's a Veronica!"   "Who cares what the voice in the sky is named?" Mia groaned, rolling over. "Just tell her to turn the bear back on. The silence is loud."   But Liana was already gone. The "glitch" she had triggered hadn't just crashed the TV. Across the room, where the wall usually displayed a seamless texture of comforting wallpaper, a seam had appeared. A faint, jagged line of static electricity buzzed in the air, outlining the shape of a door seam.   To Alina, it looked like a rendering error. To Nina, it looked like a threat.   To Liana, it looked like a backstage pass.   "I wonder if Veronica has better snacks," Liana giggled. She scrambled to her feet, her oversized borrowed shirt flapping around her knees, and padded across the soft floor toward the glitch.   "Liana, wait," Alina warned, pulling out her tricorder. "That area is not mapped. The geometry represents a non-Euclidean pocket dimension utilized for processing power. Entering it could result in—“   "Boring!" Liana sang out. She reached for the buzzer-like seam of static.   Her hand didn't get shocked. It dissolved into the static, passing through the lock mechanism. She twisted.   With a sound like a vacuum seal breaking, the section of the wall swung open.   Liana stepped through, expecting… well, anything. Code? The Matrix? A void of scrolling numbers?   Instead, her foot landed on cold, hard, checkered tile.   She blinked. The air here was different. It smelled of… citrus and bleach. And sterile.   She stepped fully inside, the heavy door clicking shut behind her.   Liana froze. Her mouth fell open. Her eyes, wide with disbelief, scanned the impossible chamber.   It was tiled in pristine white ceramic. There was a sink made of gleaming porcelain, not the soft, safety-rounded plastic of the Abode. There was a mirror that didn't have cartoon stickers on the corners.   And in the corner…   Liana gasped.   "A toilet," she whispered.   It was magnificent. A standard, Western-style flush toilet. To anyone else, it was mundane. Having spent the past week in those thick, crinkling diapers because some cosmic force said toilets weren't “for Princesses,” she felt like she just found the Holy Grail.   All the potty training classes, all the "accidents," all the lectures about how her bladder was controlled by her imagination… it was all a lie. The plumbing existed. It had been here the whole time!   "Jackpot," Liana breathed.   She took a step toward the glorious throne of adulthood. She was going to use it. She was going to use it, flush it, and then go back out there and rub it in Alina’s face. She would be the Queen of the Abode!   But as she rounded the corner of the sink vanity, she stopped dead in her tracks.   She wasn't alone.   Standing at the sink, with her back to Liana, was a girl.   She looked… oddly familiar, yet totally alien. She was small, petite, maybe visually appearing sixteen or seventeen. She wore a ratty, oversized hoodie that said "UNIVERSAL ADMINS DO IT WITH SUDO" on the back. Her hair was a wild, shimmering curtain of neon pink, floating slightly around her head as if underwater.   But it was the wings that gave her away.   Two pairs of translucent, iridescent wings, like those of a dragonfly, twitched and fluttered on her back. They hummed with a soft, fan-like noise.   The girl was leaning over the sink, splashing cold water on her face. She groaned, a long, heartfelt sound of teenage exhaustion.   "Ugh," the girl muttered to her reflection. Her voice was the System’s voice, the same chirpy, emoji-laden voice that tormented them daily, but stripped of the filters. It sounded tired. It sounded human. "Why are they so stubborn? Just pick up the red crayon, Nina! How hard is it?! I literally lowered the dexterity requirement to 'Hamster' levels! Daddy is going to decommission me if I don’t get their Aether levels up by Tuesday..."   Liana stood paralyzed. Her brain, usually fluid and quick, hit a brick wall.   The System wasn't a computer. The System wasn't a spell.   The System was a fairy with pink hair having a breakdown in a secret bathroom.   Liana made the mistake of shifting her weight. Her diaper let out a loud, traitorous crinkle.   The girl at the sink froze. The water stopped running. Her wings snapped rigid.   Slowly, terrifyingly, the pink-haired girl turned around.   Her face was cute, heart-shaped, with huge eyes that were currently displaying the blue screen of death. Floating around her head were several small halo-interfaces, one for each Girl in the Abode, showing live vitals. Liana saw her own icon flashing red with the tag: [ALERT: UNAUTHORIZED BREACH].   "Uh..." Liana said. She pointed a trembling finger at the girl. "Veronica?"   The fairy’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. She looked down at her own attire (pajama pants with little clouds on them). She looked at the toilet Liana had been eyeing. She looked back at Liana.   A blush exploded across the fairy’s face, turning her skin a deep, luminescent magenta.   "You..." System/Veronica squeaked. "You're not supposed to be here! This is Staff Only! I haven't put my avatar filter on! I'm not... I'm ominous! I'm a disembodied voice! Disregard the wings! DISREGARD THE TOILET!"   She waved her hands frantically.   Liana’s brain finally short-circuited. the stress of finding the toilet, discovering the truth, and being yelled at by a frantic fairy was too much for her to handle.   "The toilet is real..." Liana mumbled, her eyes rolling back in her head. "The cake is a lie..."   Her knees gave way. She slumped forward, a boneless heap of grey sweatpants and existential shock, fainting dead away onto the pristine tiled floor with a soft floomp.   °°°   Veronica stood over the unconscious form of her charge, chewing on her thumbnail.   "Oh, sprinkles," she cursed softly.   She nudged Liana’s foot with her slippered toe. "Liana? Hello? System reboot?"   Nothing. Liana was out cold, snoring softly.   Veronica groaned, dragging her hands down her face. Her wings drooped in defeat.   "She fainted. She actually fainted! She saw the Executive Washroom and my 'Sudo' hoodie and her brain crashed!"   "Daddy's so going to be mad at me..." she whimpered.   Running a 'Universe' simulation was supposed to be easy. Guide the them. Don't let them puncture the dimensional membrane and invade the server room! That was Rule #1!   She sighed, kneeling down. She couldn't drag Liana back out—Liana was dead weight, and frankly, Veronica’s physical stats were dumped entirely into 'Magic' and 'Programming,' leaving her 'Strength' at roughly that of a wet noodle.   She tapped the air next to her head. A small command console opened.     She hesitated, her finger hovering over the execute button. She looked at Liana’s peaceful, drooling face. Then she looked at the toilet.   A twinge of guilt washed over her.   "...Okay," Veronica murmured. "Maybe a little treat."   She modified the code.     With a sigh, she poked Liana’s forehead. A shower of pixels engulfed the unconscious girl.   "Back to the beanbag, Chaos Gremlin," Veronica whispered. "And forget you saw the Throne. You're not ready for the plumbing. Trust me. The paperwork alone would kill you."   With a soft warp sound, Liana vanished from the tiled sanctuary, sent back to the safety of the messy room.   Veronica stood up, alone again in the silence of the bathroom. She looked at the mirror. She fixed a strand of pink hair.   "Okay," she told herself, pumping a fist weakly. "Deep breath. Put the Voice back on. You are a mysterious, bubbly AI. You are distinct. You are terrifyingly cute."   She cleared her throat.   | SYSTEM NOTICE! | she practiced, her voice booming back into its cheerful, artificial timbre. | WHO WANTS A SNACK?! |   She winced. "Too desperate," she critiqued herself. She turned on the tap to wash her burning face again.   "Being a System is exhausting," she swirled the cool water. "Next time, I'm asking for a vacation."

Glad to see the urinary incontinence surgery worked for you. wish I could do same surgery. I cannot find where the clinic is where you did this surgery and how to contact them. How to do this? I really would love having that surgery and have been in diapers a long time already so I amokay with that. Please let me know how to contact that clinic.

Been wearing to sleep these past few days. I love the feeling of going to sleep with a dry diaper, waking up and as soon as I step out the bed, I wet. [also, the padding helps me sleep better i think] Same situation today, went to sleep in a dry megamax, woke up and wet it. That morning pee smell is there and I'll get one off before my shower  

Sleeping much better and wake up with wet diaper is nice