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By little_madd · Posted
Maddison said, "I like you, Camilla..." and added, "but what happened today isn't something easy to heal from; all our agreements mean nothing now. I'm disappointed—you didn't have faith in me." Maddison looked at her and said, "Camilla, the truth is Your lack of faith is heresy" -
By PeculiarChangeling · Posted
Chapter 22 - The Dirty Truth Skip lay on their bed in the dark, listening to the sounds of the house as things bustled downstairs. With their fans off, they could hear everything, like a spider feeling the strands of their web quiver. They stayed in their tangled web, quiet and silent. Brains was in his room, they could hear the rapid tap-tap-tap of a gaming keyboard and occasional low speech in practical, laser-focused tones. Playing a game online. Probably winning. Grace and Pearce were in Pearce’s room, talking. Maybe arguing. Things had stabilized since the bet officially ended, but they still had conflicts, still fought. This didn’t sound like a disagreement, but also didn’t sound like giggling or playtime, so Skip could only speculate. Melody was downstairs, humming and pacing in the kitchen. Skip could faintly smell the coffee, though it was late afternoon on a weekend. A knot had formed in their stomach. Anxiety. They had a plan, a stupid plan, one that would earn them nothing except shame and self-recrimination. They couldn’t define why they wanted to act on the idea, but nor could they put it out of their head. (Nobody will know,) they thought. (They won’t even guess.) Their cheeks didn’t turn red, they would’ve needed light for there to be color on their face, but they felt the warmth bloom as they thought about what they were going to do. (You can always safe word.) (Why am I lying to myself? No I can’t. Not with what matters.) (Just don’t do it.) (Bleh. This is stupid.) Sitting up in bed, they swung their legs over the side and felt their area rug under bare feet. They had dressed light: their diaper sat between their thighs, snug and fresh, smelling faintly of baby powder, the central part of their outfit. Aside from that, a t-shirt and their favorite hoody wrapped around their upper body like a hug, and that was all. It’d been most of a day since Melody’s ultimatum, since they’d maneuvered their way into a far deeper punishment, and in all that time, they had remained fixated on Melody’s threat, or warning, or whatever it could be called. (Say goodbye to your potty privileges. All of them. For the next two weeks, the only thing you’re going to use is your diapers, and when the time is up, you’re going to beg me to let you out of them.) They’d looked over the cliff, realized they didn’t know how deep the water went, and jumped anyway. Now, they were going to do it again. Standing, they shifted their weight, ensuring the floorboards in their room didn’t even creak. They were a ghost, a phantom presence, nobody would know they were up and active. (Last chance to back out, coward.) (Fuck you, I’m doing this.) Closing their eyes, Skip turned and dropped into a low squat, balancing their arms against the bed for stability. They’d spent so long working themselves up that they were worried they wouldn’t be able to do what they needed to do, but their body did what it was told. Face burning hot, they waited a second longer, until they heard a thud, then they began to push. Skip had brought themselves to this, they’d all but asked for it. To be put in a situation where their dignity was gone, and where they could not possibly pretend otherwise. To be degraded. To lose their ability to lie, at least when it came to one particular thing. Now, they were running face-first into that. No starting small, no baby steps, they wanted to ruin themselves. Knees shaking, leaning hard on their mattress for support, Skip emptied the contents of their bowels, filling up their diaper for the first time in two decades. The initial sensation wasn’t so bad. Warmth, soft and firm, that spread inside their padding. A hint of relief as their body cleared itself out, a touch of tension as something in their mind said, (Hey, we’re not on a toilet, this isn’t how we do things!) They suppressed that impulse and kept going. No point in stopping, they had nothing to gain by being shy now. Redoubling their efforts, they pushed, filling the diaper until it sagged. Squatting low, they felt the seat brush against the floor as it drooped, packed with mush that clung to their skin. Physically, it wasn’t so bad. The smell that wafted up and hit their nostrils was unpleasant, an obvious, shameful reminder that lingered in clouds around them, but they weren’t going to gag or flee like a dad in a sitcom who’d been asked to change a dirty diaper. They stank, but they weren’t toxic. The heat that burned in their face, though, that made them want to curl up and hide. They were an idiot. They’d done this to themselves, and now there was no escape. For a long moment, they didn’t move. As long as they stayed in place, squatting low, they could ignore the consequences they’d earned. Once they moved on, they would have to pay the piper. Eventually, their knees began to hurt, and they couldn’t hold the squat anymore. Standing, they scooped up their phone, fingers trembling as they typed out a text. ‘Are you in your room?’ A minute passed, and again they stayed frozen, standing by their bed, staring at the app. When Melody’s text bubble began to move, indicating typing, they held their breath in anticipation. ‘No, I’m out driving, then I’ve got a date. What’s up?’ (Fuck fuck fuck–) Typing too quickly, they sent, ‘When wlli you be back>’ After noticing the typos, they corrected it, and sent a second message. ‘When will you be back?*’ This time, they only had to wait a few seconds, then their phone rang. Yelping, they almost dropped it, but swiped ‘answer’ and lifted the receiver before they could chicken out. “Heyyo,” Melody said. “Driving, didn’t want to wait for a stoplight. What’s up?” “I…” Skip started, uncertain how to make their confession. Fortunately, or not, Melody heard their voice quaver and cut through the conversation with laser focus. “You need a diaper change, don’t you?” She’d known. She’d just heard Skip say one word and she’d known. “I…thought you were home,” they said. “I wanted to get it over with, and…yes. I need a change.” A few seconds of silent uncertainty passed as the wheels turned in Melody’s head. “Wait, you pooped?” Cheeks burning, Skip said, “Yes. It’s…I thought you were in your room!” They froze, listening to the silence on Melody’s line. (Does she know?) “Well…okay. I’m heading to pick someone up, but I can cancel it and come back,” Melody said. “Just hold tight, ‘kay?” Skip’s eyes widened. “I don’t want to fuck with your work. Cancelling rides can get you in trouble with the app, right?” “Yeah, but like…most rides are going to be downtown, and then I’m meeting up with this chick, so once I’m there, I don’t want to loop back around, and–” “Don’t come back,” Skip said hurriedly, before they could make their mouth stop running. They were growing detached, numb with excitement and fear. “It’s my fault. I should have made sure you were home before I…went.” Another pause, silence that carried as much meaning as a speech. “Skip,” Melody began. “I’m going to be gone for like, six hours. I’m not going to make you wait that long for a change.” “I don’t want to cause problems for you that are my fault,” Skip insisted, barely aware of their own body. “Then just change yourself, I grant permission this one time,” Melody said. “Seriously–” “No.” (Shut up. What are you–) Melody interrupted before they could think any further on how to sink any further. “Yellow. Skip, what’s up? You’re being weird.” Skip wanted to lie, but standing there, numb, in a sagging, smelly diaper, they felt their ability to play coy vanish. The truth tumbled out of their lips without any chance of stopping it. “I heard you leave,” Skip admitted. “I knew you weren’t here.” Silence. Their heart hammered in their chest, the only sound they could make out clearly. Finally, Melody spoke up in a new tone, sugary sweet and laced with amusement. “Oh, sweetie. It’s too bad–I already left for work for the day, I can’t just come back and change you. It looks like you’ll just have to wait!” “I–” Skip started. In her normal voice, Melody interjected, “This is what you want, right? You can fuss and whine, I’m going to ignore you unless you safe word. ‘Kay?” (She’s…cool with it.) “That’s not fair,” they insisted. “What the fuck, Melody, you’re going to leave me in this?” “And now you’re sassing me?” Melody demanded. “You’re the one who went potty in their pants, that’s not my fault you couldn’t hold it. I don’t want to hear any more complaining, got it?” A surge of emotion washed down Skip’s body, and they again replied without first thinking. “Yes, Melody.” “Maybe this will finally make it sink in who’s in charge,” Melody continued. “If you had just been obedient, you wouldn’t be stuck in your stinky pants. Now, I have to go to work, and I don’t want to hear another word whining about your diaper until I get home tonight, unless you want to end up over my knee once you’re out of that diaper. Understood?” “Understood,” Skip repeated. “Good.” In her ‘normal’ tone, Melody added, “But seriously, if you need to just change yourself and clean up, I don’t want you to get a bad rash or anything. Safe, sane, and consensual, don’t hurt yourself.” “I promise I won’t hurt myself.” “Such a good doll–have fun sitting in your dirty diaper!” She hung up and Skip stood there, frozen. Melody had teased them, certainly, but only in the confines of the game. She’d seen through to Skip’s real intention–hell, Skip had blurted it out. Skip had practically admitted to setting this up, to deliberately creating a circumstance where they’d be in a dirty diaper for most of the evening, and Melody had accepted it and wrapped it into their game. Skip wasn’t sure how long they’d been standing by the edge of their bed, until their phone buzzed with another message. Grace: ‘Did you still want to watch a movie with me and Brains tonight?’ Skip hadn’t expected to make it this far. When they’d planned out their plot, they’d set up the most dire possible consequences, and expected it to melt down spectacularly. Instead, Melody had taken it in and given a metaphorical thumbs up, and now Skip would actually have to stink for the rest of the night. And they’d made plans with their friends. Face burning again, they wrote a message. ‘I am not feeling super well, I think I’m just going to lie down and hope I feel better in a few hours.’ They stared at the message, thought it over, and deleted the text without sending it, typing out something new. ‘Part of the thing I have going on with Melody, I didn’t realize she left for work and then I used my diaper. She says I have to wait for her to get home so she can change me, so I feel like I should just stay in my room.’ Grace replied quickly, with a brown swirly emoji and a laughing emoji next to the message, ‘You mean you used your diaper?’ Face burning, Skip sent, ‘Yes, I thought I could get cleaned up right away.’ They were grateful that Grace was Grace. She just sent, ‘Hah, okay. I really don’t care. I can check with Brains and make sure he doesn’t mind, but it’s no big deal.’ ‘You’re sure?’ ‘If it’s bad we can open a window or something, idc.’ Skip released a breath, relaxed, took a step towards their dresser, and fell over. They’d been standing in one place so long that their legs had fallen half asleep, and the sudden movement caused them to tumble, landing on the seat of their diaper with a squelchy thud as a wave of pins and needles washed up from their ankles. Wiggling their toes, they waited for the sensation to return before they got to their feet, turned on their bedside lamp, and waddled to their wardrobe and looked over their clothing. It didn’t really matter what they chose, since even if their diaper was covered, anyone within smelling distance would be able to detect what they were wearing. So, after digging a bit to get to the unused bottom of the dresser, they selected a pair of especially stretchy skinny jeans that conformed to the contours of their legs and the bulging swell of their diaper. Once the jeans were pulled on, the puffiness of their butt stood out even at a cursory glance. Raising their phone one more time, they sent, ‘Yeah, I’m still down for the movie. Start in twenty minutes?’ Grace replied without a hint of judgement. ‘Sounds good, I’ll make popcorn.’ ... Support the author! 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By cute little kokiri girl · Posted
Camila tried not to giggle at that reference, "Your my little princess that I want to care for and I find your lack of faith disturbing." Camila said adding her own reference. -
By little_madd · Posted
Maddison didn't want to accept it, but she wasn't about to give Camilla the satisfaction of seeing her wet her clothes; she agreed to wear it and said, "The diuretic's effect will probably wear off by tomorrow." She stood there in just a T-shirt and a pull-up and asked, "What am I to you, Camilla?" With her arms crossed, she added, "I didn't expect this from you; I trusted you—you were the chosen one." -
I've answered the same person twice, who still believes that he is correct in his presumption in the definition of incontinence. To misquote Albert Einstein 'only a fool repeats the same thing and expects different results' and/or 'the definition of insanity is repeating the same thing and expecting different results' Although it is incorrectly attributed to Albert Einstein, I will still follow the concept. I started this thread as factual, and certain people wish to derail it. To that, I will block and ignore said person as I see it as foolish attempting to correct his misguided information.
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