Story Nook

I know I’ not the original creator of this thread, but if anyone finds this and still wants a server to play on, I just started one with a custom plugin. Server address: mc.story-nook.com Version 1.20.6 Newer should work but the resource pack sometimes has issues Diaper plugin used is available on my Patreon now for supporters. https://www.patreon.com/posts/minecraft-plugin-118499352?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=postshare_creator&utm_content=join_link

Server address: mc.story-nook.com Version 1.20.6 Newer should work but the resource pack sometimes has issues Diaper plugin used is available on my Patreon now for supporters. https://www.patreon.com/posts/minecraft-plugin-118499352?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=postshare_creator&utm_content=join_link

Hey Everyone! Good New! The plugin is somewhat playable. https://discord.com/assets/a83e3834cd6c78a47d5f.svg There are some bugs I know that need to be fixed, most of them are hard to notice, or even if you do it won't affect you much. I created a form channel (on Discord) to hopefully help track bugs and feature requests that people find as they get a chance to start using it. I'm gonna take tomorrow off from working on it. I might just try playing with it and see how the gameplay experience is. Given it is working, I will grab some screen recordings and screenshots for you all on Saturday this way you can see the progress. I'm hoping to release the beta on my Patreon for anyone who wants early access, but I want to try to fix a bug or two first, and maybe add in a few more features to make it enjoyable gameplay vs. just something that's in the background that doesn't actually affect anything. I know it's been a semi-long time coming, but things are looking good.

Update I've made some great progress! Underwear types Usage of underwear based on type Right click to change Craftable toilet Able to use Toilet Custom textures Better Status bar Settings menu to opt into the plugin, and messing (more to come) Added ability to add caregivers Stats save even on reload Custom items don't affect normal gameplay (Weird crafting, trading, interactions) Up next: Craftable underwear, pull-up, diaper, thick diaper Fixing the accident warning system Adding in scare accidents Adding in bed wetting Custom surprise that you can disable Fixing textures Caregivers ability to change a player Hydration management (Thirst increase, requiring the player to drink regularly) Some other stuff I'm likely forgetting Once those updates are made, and the up next items are done, the plugin should be in a playable state. I'm planning on grabbing some screen recordings and turning them into Gifs for you all to see, and might even schedule a demo to show it off. More details on that will be on my Discord. I'm only gonna do the demo if there is demand for it. So far it seems like I am on track to have V1 done by end of November, allowing for December to be a time to setup the server, and let early adopters join to test it out before I release the files in January.

Chapter 4: Poof! As they stumbled through the darkness, desperate to reorient themselves, a burst of light illuminated their surroundings, casting an eerie glow on the walls of the cold, damp chamber. The group shielded their eyes, momentarily blinded by the intensity of the light, as it seemingly seared itself into their retinas. When they finally opened them again, they found themselves in a cramped, dimly lit room with rough-hewn stone walls and a low, vaulted ceiling. The air was musty and dank, with the faint scent of mold and decay clinging to every surface like a bad omen. "Oh, come on!" Luna screamed, spinning around the room, her voice echoing off the cold stone walls as she frantically searched for any sign of escape or rescue. "I thought you were letting us go?" She screamed into the room, her voice hoarse from shouting, but there was only silence in response. "Someone help me!" Maya screamed. Her voice echoed throughout the room. None of them realized she wasn't with them anymore. The others turned towards her, following her cries until their eyes landed on the sight that made their blood run cold. Maya was trapped in a pillory, her wrists bound to a sturdy wooden bar with thick, rusty cuffs. The metal creaked and groaned as she struggled against it, but it refused to budge, held in place with an old lock. The worst part was the angle at which she was positioned – bent over at a 90-degree angle, her butt sticking out for all to see, twisted like a prisoner on display. The thin fabric of her thong offered no protection from view, leaving nothing to the imagination as it clung to the contours of her hips. Her face was twisted in a mixture of pain and terror, her eyes flashing with a desperate plea for help that seemed to be going unheard. Flirtatious Whistle Marcus couldn't help himself. His heart skipped a beat at what was laid out before him. He had gotten plenty of lap dances from her before, but this was priceless. No lap dance could compare to this. "Are you kidding me?" Angela smacked him in the face as hard as she could. "I now have these stupid things, and you are still obsessed with her ass?" she moved her hands to exaggerate her breasts, her expression a mixture of disgust and horror. "Oh, come on, guys," Marcus tried to defend himself, but it was clear that no one was in the mood for his antics. He looked over at Dameon and Frank, but their faces were determined; Marcus rolled his eyes, seeing the look of disgust on Frank's face. "We were all thinking it, right?" Marcus asked, his voice faltering as he met the others' skeptical gaze. "I mean, am I right?" Still, silence was his reply. The others all started approaching Maya, looking around the room for any sign of a way out or a glimpse of the witch who seemed to be holding their lives in her hands. As they drew closer, they could see that Maya's wrists were slick with sweat, her eyes wild with fear and desperation. She was struggling against the pillory, but it was clear she wasn't getting out without the key. They could see her face, full of despair. "Maya, are you okay?" Frank walked up to her. He couldn't even begin to imagine how she felt. She was exposed and had no way to protect herself. Even if that was his job, he never imagined they would end up in a situation like this. "Just PLEASE get me out!" She begged with tears running down her face. Having seen Angela get bigger breasts meant the witch was wanting to screw with them. But what had she done? Angela was a greedy bitch who stole that necklace. The witch hadn't killed Angela, but Angela was Miss Goody Two Shoes. What would happen to Maya? The slut. The baby, as Angela would call her. "We will, I promise." Frank held her chin for a second, trying to reassure her. "Everyone, start looking for the key to this damn lock," Frank commanded the others. Pulling on the lock to see if he could get it to budge, but it wouldn't. They clearly needed the key. The sooner they got Maya free, the sooner they could all get the hell out of here. "Why should I?" Angela crossed her arms in a huff. Glaring briefly over at Marcus. "I say she is getting the prison sentence she deserves." Frank walked around the pillory, approaching Angela. He didn't say a word, but the angry, frustrated look on his face had said enough. He was sick of her bullshit. Frank stepped up to her, getting within a few inches of her face, his hands clenched in a fist at his sides. "Just a second ago, you practically pissed yourself. Begging to stay alive." He pointed at her in an accusative manner. "You thought you were gonna die. Yet, here you are, thinking you're safe because someone else is caught up in this bullshit. None of us are safe!" Dameon could see the tension building between them; if he wasn't ready to intervene and stop these two, things would get much worse. "Push your luck. I dare you. See what happens." Frank taunted Anglea looked a little deflated by his comments. "Maybe he is right. I was lucky that... thing didn't just take off my head." Anglea looked around Frank to see Maya, but the sight only caused her to get infuriated. Her husband was practically cheating on her with that woman. She deserved it. Annoyed, Angela's posture shifted, showing she wasn't about to back down. "Oh, yeah, big guy? What are you going to do about it? Huh?" She clearly wanted to start a fight. She wasn't going to back down that easily. Marcus knew he should do something. It was his wife, but he couldn't help himself. He kept looking at Maya and the situation she was in. Sure, he loved his wife, but she was a total bitch sometimes. She was the reason he left the house to come here, to unwind when she went on one of her crazy spells. Marcus knew staring and butting in wasn't going to do him any good. He stuck his hands in his pockets and started looking around the room. Only, he noticed something. There was something in his pocket that felt foreign. He pulled it out slightly to get a clear look and saw it was a key. One that wasn't his. It was much older, for a much larger lock. "Wait, is this the key for Maya?" Glancing over at the lock, it sure looked like a match. Seeing her ass still sticking out gave him an idea. He looked around to see what was happening with Angela and the others. Luna and Dameon ran up to Frank, trying to stop him from hitting Angela. She must have said something stupid to push him over the edge. But Marcus couldn't care. No, this was his one shot, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He pushed their conversation and bickering to the back of his mind. He only cared about one thing right now. He finally had a chance to touch her ass. "Then I can unlock her. Save her! Become her hero. She couldn't be mad at me then. She likely wouldn't even notice, being too excited to see the key and her freedom!" The thought of such a plan put an evil grin on his face. He felt his heart racing as he approached Maya from the rear, key in one hand and the other outstretched towards her. Slowly, he crept up, not wanting to draw attention from the others. This was his only shot. If he screwed this up, he would never get to touch her perfectly defined ass. "Hey! What the fuck!" Maya stomped her feet, trying to kick behind her. Everyone's attention shifted from their bickering to Maya as they heard a metal object bounce off the floor. They looked around briefly to see what might have caused her reaction but couldn't see anything. They only saw a man's suit in a pile behind her. Confused, they all began to approach her slowly. "Maya, are you okay? What happened?" Frank was concerned the witch might have done something, but she looked like she was fine—just stuck in the same position. "Someone touched my ass," Maya yelled at them, furious someone would take advantage of a situation like this. They all looked at each other. They were all stuck in a group trying to stop a fight from breaking out. It couldn't have been one of them. Looking around the room, they couldn't see anything either. Nothing else was there with them. Then it struck Dameon. "Marcus! You bastard." Dameon had received a few complaints about Marcus from some of the girls and other members of the club, but no one was serious enough about having him banned. They just wanted Dameon to keep an eye on him, and with how much he spent at the club, Dameon was more than happy to accommodate. But this... this was too far; she was utterly helpless. "It wasn't me!" Marcus yelled back. But something didn't make sense. Where was he? The group looked around the room to see where he might have run off to, but all they saw was each other. He was nowhere. Maya noticed a slight twinge in her nether region but had no idea what it was. "Marcus?" Angela asked. She heard him, but he was nowhere. She looked at the suit on the ground and picked it up. It almost looked like his. Reaching into the pants pocket, she found his wallet. He was gone. His clothes were left behind, but he wasn't there. "What? What's wrong?" Marcus was only now starting to notice that his point of view had shifted. He wasn't looking down at Maya or the others at eye level. Instead, it was as if he was looking at their crotches—only at their waistline. He tried standing up, but he couldn't move. He was stuck. "Oh god! I can't move! Someone help me!" he started to panic. Each time, that strange twinging feeling was sent through Maya. "No! Please, god, no!" Maya started to panic. It was Marcus who had touched her ass. Now, he was somehow connected to it. "Please!" She started sobbing. "Maya, what is it?" Frank ran around to look her in the eye again, but her face was a total mess. "Please, you have to get me out of this." She was practically hyperventilating from her sheer panic. "Get him off of me!" "Maya, he's gone. He isn't here." Frank and Dameon looked at her, confused about what was going on. Luna raised an eyebrow and shrugged her shoulders. She looked at the pile of clothes still on the floor and back at Angela. Angela knew exactly what she was thinking and wasn't happy about it. They both lunged forward to grab what was remaining on the ground. Luna only managed to grab the button-up shirt, leaving Angela with two-thirds of a suit, both the pants and the jacket. "Please, just get him off!" Maya started stomping her feet and screaming intermittently. "My goodness, woman!" The witch's cold and menacing voice spoke over the room. Sucking out the air, causing everyone to freeze don't he spot, not expecting to see her again so soon. "Grow up, it isn't that bad." Luna and the others were still confused about what was happening and what took place. Maya immediately stopped screaming. The only thing that the group understood was that Maya was freaking out, saying that he was on her, but... Marcus was gone. He thought he couldn't move, which how they could hear him, and where he was made no sense. "Beleive me, sweetie. He has the far worse deal between the two of you." The witch floated down from one of the corners, stepping up to Maya's face. "You really are a hot mess, aren't you?" she taunted. "Let me out! Let me out!" Maya began yelling at the witch, stomping her feet and yanking her hands and head, trying to pull herself through the pillory. All that did was give her a headache and make her wrists hurt as she tried pulling with all her might. "Girl, you need to grow up!" The witch rolled her eyes as she began to flow back up to one of the corners of the room, slowly disappearing out of sight. "Maybe this will help remind you how childish you are behaving." Maya and the others saw a weird energy bolt leaving the witch and flying rapidly toward Maya. Frank tried to take a step forward to block it, but he was too late. The energy blast hit Maya. She closed her eyes in a moment of panic, worried she was going to die or have something much worse happen to her. But nothing; she was still alive. Opening her eyes, she could see that the pillory had unlocked. She was free! Maya quickly lifted the pillory out of place and rushed over to Frank, wrapping her arms around him in a big hug, grateful to be alive. However, Frank wasn't wrapping his arms around her. He seemed uncomfortable about the whole thing, and Maya wasn't sure why. Stepping back, feeling like an idiot for hugging him in her underwear, she blushed and then looked around at the others. They all had stunned expressions all over their faces, staring blankly at her. She wasn't sure what had happened; she felt normal. Why were they staring? Maya looked down at herself to see if she looked different. Perhaps the witch had turned her into a troll, ogre, or something. Frankly, that might have been preferred compared to what she saw. "Oh! One more thing!" the witch giggled, tilting its head out from the room's corner again. It sent another bolt of energy toward Maya, hitting her before anyone could even register what was happening. "I can't have you taking that off and running around here naked, " she giggled, disappearing once again. "What happened?" Marcus could be heard again, but this time, it was a lot more muffled. Maya winced a little, feeling her new attire vibrate slightly. She blushed heavily while staring at the diaper that was now snug against her waist. She reached down, trying to rip it off, but it wouldn't budge. "Get off of me, you creep!" She tried yanking and ripping the diaper, but it was fruitless. It was like her fingers were covered in oil. She couldn't grip it no matter how hard she tried. Any attempt she made at ripping it felt like trying to tear a piece of hard plastic in half. It was impossible. "Wait! I'm..." The muffled voice spoke. Everyone in the group finally made the connection between what happened and why Maya was freaking out so much. Marcus wasn't sure if he was the luckiest man on earth or totally screwed. "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!" Angela screamed at the top of her lungs. "You bastard! You're her underwear?" Angela threw her arms up in frustration. "This is just great. Just fucking perfect" She walked around in a circle, unable to accept what had taken place. "Well, I guess you finally got what you wanted!" She screamed towards Maya's diaper. "You think you're pissed off!" Maya yelled back at Angela. "You both are the luckiest ones here, you and your creepy husband." Maya didn't care that her 'regular' would feel hurt by her words. As far as she was concerned, they were done. They all were. "You not only got an unbelievable necklace, but your breasts would make any man jealous." She pointed at Angela's chest, still annoyed that she got so 'lucky.' "Now, your creepy ass husband is STUCK TO MY ASS!" She pointed to her diapered butt. "A fine one at that," the diaper muffled. Sending another stimulating sensation through Maya, causing her to whimper a little. "Shut up!" They all screamed toward her diapered ass. "You ungrateful little bitch." The witch's voice sent shivers down everyone's spine as the lights slickered and a breeze rushed through the closed room. "You can't be happy with what you have? Then why have it at all?" A maniacal laugh followed, echoing throughout the room. No one could see where the witch was. Frank didn't want poor Maya to get affected by more magic. Instinctively, he rushed over, standing in front of her, trying to block any magical bolts this time, looking around the room frantically for where the witch would appear. Seeing how Frank responded, Dameon decided he should do the same and quickly followed along with Luna. All of them surrounded Maya, looking around frantically for the witch. Only Angela was left off on the sidelines, completely frozen in fear, remembering what it felt like when the witch had its hands around her neck. Her life was held captive within its grasp. The witch suddenly appeared behind Maya, in the middle of the group, appearing from under the floor. Frank spun around, trying to attack her while he had the chance, but she sent them all flying across the room with a flick of her wrist, leaving her alone with Maya. "Now, now, sweetie. Mommy's got to correct our little ungrateful baby here." Her purple glowing eyes were filled with malice. Maya had no clue what she was about to do, but she didn't want to stick around to find out. Maya tried to run away, but her feet somehow merged with the floor, making it impossible for her to move. The ground beneath her looked almost like a pool, with ripples rushing away from where her legs stood. "Please... Don't." Maya started to cry, her body flooded with fear. "There, there, sweetie." The witch's firm hands reached over her shoulders and slowly moved down Maya's chest in a near-seductive manner. Until they reached her breasts. Maya could hear her diaper mumbling again; each time it made a sound, it stimulated her, but she was far too scared even to notice what was happening. The witch grabbed Maya's red lacy bra, causing her to wince slightly, worried for her fate. "I'm just getting the baby her bib." She whispered into Maya's ear, grinning ear to ear. She slowly raised the front of the bra as if removing it, only transforming it into a baby bib. Just as suddenly as the witch appeared, it was gone again. Maya's bib was in place, and she could finally move again. Exhausted from the adrenaline, she collapsed to her knees. She couldn't believe she was still alive. Luna and Frank rushed over to her, while Dameon still tried to get his barring after hitting his head against the wall from getting thrown back. Maya could see Luna was now wearing a button-up shirt. She was confused about where it came from but didn't care; she was just glad it was over. Frank removed his jacket and wrapped it around Maya the best he could. Maya was shocked to see it fit her so well. Typically, her breasts made it a little more challenging with men's jackets. Looking over at Angela, she could see a smirk across her face. Angela also looked like a porn star wearing a men's suit with no shirt on underneath and a massive rack now. Seeing her made Maya want to roll her eyes to the back of her head. "She got so lucky. Wait a minute!" It struck Maya like a ton of bricks. She has worn Frank's jacket before, but it never fit this well. Looking at her chest, she saw the bib with a little cartoon of a witch in a purple hat, with fall leaves all around her as she rode on a broomstick. But what had happened under the bib caused her to blush a deep shade of red while in Frank's arms. Her chest was flat. Her boobs had been completely removed. Maya blushed, realizing what had happened. Now she wish she had just kept her mouth shut. "Now, does anyone else have a complaint about how 'unfair' I'm being?" The witch mocked before giggling to herself. She looked around the room, seeing the scared expressions on all of their faces. "Maybe THAT will teach them a lesson. I can't believe this generation. DISPICABLE!" "No!" they all yelled back in unison. Everyone except Maya as she tried to bury her face in Frank's chest the best she could. She felt humiliated and exposed. "This is disgusting!" Maya's diaper mumbled. "Shut up! You don't get a sa..." Maya started to yell at her diaper when she noticed it was bulkier and yellow-tinted. A blue line formed on the yellow wetness indicator, showing that she had peed herself at some point. Maya felt as if she could die of embarrassment at this point. At least then, her torture would be over. But no. She was stuck in a diaper that was a creepy pervert, and she couldn't take it off. The room fell silent. No one knew what to say or do. Not even Miss Goody Two Shoes had anything to say. Maya looked around at them all, blushing, her mouth open in shock, wanting to say something. To defend herself and her dignity, but she couldn't. Not only was she mortified by what took place, but no one else in the group could even make eye contact with her. Creek The door on the other side of the room slowly opened. Giving them an exit to leave from, or at least another room for them to progress through. Everyone looked around at each other. If these last two rooms taught them anything, whatever was on the other side of that door wasn't a way out. None of them knew what would be next, but what choice did they have? "Maya, I know this sucks." Frank held her close to his chest as they sat on the floor. "But we have to keep moving." He slowly began to rise; her still cradled in his arms, wrapped snuggly in his jacket, which did little to cover her diaper.

Chapter 3: Angela's Trial "What the fuck was that?" Dameon screamed. He couldn't believe what he just saw. A witch. A real witch. There was no way. That kind of stuff only happens in stories and fairy tails. How the hell did one end up at his club? Luna's hands flew through her hair as she spun around. She felt like she was trapped in a nightmare, and her anxiety was spiking by the second. "This can't be real," she whispered, her voice laced with desperation. "It just can't be." Angela's face twisted in rage as she turned on Marcus, who stood frozen in shock beside his wife. Her eyes blazed with accusation, and her fists clenched at her sides. "You're to blame for this!" she spat, her words venomous. "What? How could this possibly have been my fault?" Marcus was tired of getting blamed for everything. This time, at least, there was nothing he did that could have caused this. "If you didn't keep coming to this stupid club to see that girl," Angela pointed toward Maya without even looking in her direction. "We wouldn't be in this mess right now." Maya wasn't sure if her spell brought the witch here, but she did know that this situation wasn't good. They were in an unknown decrepit room. Frank had already started trying to yank the club door back open. But the way they came from seemed to be permanently closed, and the door wasn't budging. It didn't even make a creek like he had loosened it. That left only one other option. Looking across the room, Maya spotted the only other door in the whole room. But that was the side in which the witch showed its face. Was it really worth the risk of trying it? What if that was what she wanted? What if this whole thing was a trap? Maya had to risk it, it was their only option, and everyone else seemed a little preoccupied with freaking out about the situation. Rightfully so. Others were handling it better. At least Angela and Marcus seemed to be coherent. Meanwhile, Dameon and Luna had seemed to lose their marbles, completely panicking. "We're gonna die here. We're all dead." Dameon mumbled to himself, staring at the ground, unwilling to try and address the issue head-on and find a way out of this mess. *"Well, if no one else is going to have a brain, I might as well try.* Maya stepped towards the other door, but suddenly, the room started to shake. "What the fuck now?" Luna snapped out of her trace, becoming more aware of her surroundings. "What did you do?" Angela yelled at Maya. It was clear that she would blame her for everything, even if she didn't do anything. But before she could try to fend for herself or tell Angela to jump off a bridge, they all noticed a bright white light coming from the center of the room. A glass display case resting on a stone pedestal rose from the light, captivating them all. Its rise came to a slow stop, and the light quickly retreated, returning the room to its dark, soulless atmosphere. The group stared at one another, unsure what to do, but as their eyes adjusted to the lightning, a sparkling light came from the glass case. Inside held the most massive diamond any of them have ever seen in their live. It was encased in a stunning necklace that had to be worth millions. Maya and Luna stepped forward, their eyes fixed on the stunning necklace hanging on the pedestal. As they approached the display case, a collective hush fell over the group, and everyone started to approach with a sense of unease. An unspoken thought crossed all of their minds: Why had the witch brought this here? "Oh, my god," Maya breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, staring at the necklace. Her eyes filled with a sparkle like a little girl seeing diamonds for the first time. "Look at that! It's like something out of a fairy tale." Luna's gaze lingered on the intricate details of the piece, her mouth opening in a silent gasp. The two women seemed entranced by the beauty before them. But their admiration was met with a snarl from Angela. Her eyes narrowed, and her face twisted into a scowl. "As if," she spat. "You two could only dream of owning something like that." Maya and Luna exchanged an annoyed glance, but Angela's words felt like a bulldozer breaking through to reality. The atmosphere shifted as the group realized this had to be some type of trap. There was no way Maya or Luna was going to take it. They've seen what 'gifts' lead to at a place like this. The only person to be stupid enough to take a diamond necklace at a strip club as a gift would be a newbie who was uneducated and unwilling to listen to others. "You two sluts don't deserve that," Angela seethed, her voice rising in desperation. "None of you do! My husband has been working so hard. We try to make ends meet, but you." She looked around the room; it was clear she had lost her mind. "You people stole his money. You cheated him." "Listen, lady, I think..." Frank tried to intervene, but it was clear that wasn't going to help. "Now!...now we're barely scraping by. The bank's threatening to foreclose on our house, and I don't know how much longer we can keep a roof over our heads." Angela lunged out, grabbing the stunning necklace. A rush of excitement and possessiveness swept through her. She wrapped her fingers around the cold metal, feeling its smooth surface against her hand. With a giggle of triumph, she held it up to the dim light in the room, trying to admire its sparkle. But as she did, the atmosphere in the room shifted. The air seemed to grow thick with an unsettling energy, and the shadows on the walls appeared to twist and writhe like living things. Angela's grin faltered, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. Suddenly, the witch's maniacal laugh echoed through the room, making Angela's heart skip a beat. *"Oh shit... what have I done?"* The sound sent a chill through her veins, and she froze, the necklace still clutched in her hand. "What was that?" she whispered, scanning the room for where the witch would show her evil face again. But there was nothing. She couldn't find her anywhere. She faced Maya and the others. "I guess she's gone?" The laugh came again, louder and closer this time, making Angela jump. She could see the petrified look on the others across from her. Frozen in fear, she didn't dare move a muscle, but she wished she had. A pair of firm hands with long fingernails crept over her shoulders. Angela could feel the witch's presence as it leaned over and placed her head next to Angela's. "What a lovely necklace, deary. " The intimidating voice softly spoke in her ear. "Why don't you wear it?" The witch's hands reached down Angela's front toward her hands, where the necklace was. Maya could see Angela shaking, completely terrified for her fate. They all were. Even if she was a bitch, they didn't want to see her killed! As the witch grabbed the necklace from Angela's hands, she stared right at Maya, starting down her soul again. Maya had no idea what she had done to get this much attention from the witch but didn't want to find out either. "It's... o...kay," Angela stuttered. "I... don't... have... too" Angela knew she screwed up. All she hoped for now was to get out of this alive. "Yes, you do, sweety." The witch's soothing voice only made things worse. It was like every word was used just to torture them. "You *deserve* this, remember?" "I don't." Angela started crying as the necklace was placed around her neck, just waiting to be clasped closed. "I really don't. I'm sorry." she was practically balling at this point. She thought she was dead—a goner, done for. "It's okay, sweetie. We all have to treat ourselves sometimes, right? Wouldn't you agree, Marcus?" She snapped her head violently to stare at Marcus as she finished clasping the necklace into place and securing it around Angela's neck. The floor creaked beneath the witch's feet, like a crumbling grave giving way to eternity. With a chilling shriek, she plummeted into the abyss, her screams echoing through the silence as if summoned by some ancient evil. As she fell, the air seemed to thicken with malevolent intent, heavy with the weight of her maniacal laughter. And when the darkness finally consumed her, the only sound was the witch's muffled giggles, leaving Angela standing frozen in terror, the necklace still snug around her neck. Freed from the witch's presence, Angela ran towards the group, crying, tears streaking down her face. Marcus held out open arms to embrace her, grateful to see she was okay. But with each step she took, the group noticed something was different. Something was happening. Angela looked... different. As Maya's eyes scanned the chaotic scene unfolding before her, a jolt of realization electrified her senses. Angela's chest began to expand at an alarming rate, growing larger with each passing moment. Initially, it was hard to discern what was happening, but the truth became unmistakable as the seconds ticked by. Angela's modest grey dress seemed woefully inadequate for containing the burgeoning growth within. "Look out!" Maya yelled, her voice laced with panic, as she frantically searched for a way to shield herself from the impending disaster. Equally caught off guard, the others scrambled to cover themselves, their faces etched with worry and fear. "What? Where?" Angela stumbled around, her eyes darting wildly as she tried to make sense of the commotion. Her face contorted in confusion. She attempted to duck and avoid whatever was happening as if trying to escape a predator. RRRRRIIPPPP The sound sent shivers down their spines, like the reverberation of a thousand screams. Whatever was growing within Angela finally broke through her body. She was a goner, and they were likely next. "What the fuck...! My dress!" Angela's anguished cry pierced the air like a scream from the depths of hell. The group turned to see what had happened, their faces agog with shock and awe. They stood shocked at Angela. Standing before them, her figure transformed beyond recognition. Gone was the modest grey dress; in its place lay a sleek red thong and matching bra, daringly exposed for all to see. But it was not just the garment that had vanished – Angela herself had undergone a different change. Her breasts, once barely noticeable, now stood proudly, their size easily dwarfing her prior ones. The double D cup bra sagged under the strain. The group gasped in unison, their eyes glued to the spectacle before them. How could this be? Angela, the bitch who thought she was better than everyone at the club, was now transformed into a human pin-up. "You have got to be fucking kidding me," Maya spat, her face twisted with rage and disappointment. "That bitch got bigger boobs!" The outburst seemed to echo through the room. "I Should have just grabbed the damn thing. Unbelievable" "You did this to me! Didn't you?" Angela walked up to Maya, throwing modesty out the door. But realistically, what choice did she have? Her clothes were gone. It's not like she could cover herself up. "What? No. How could I..." Maya tried to defend herself, but Angele didn't care what she had to say. Like before, she viewed Maya as a spoiled little brat who only cared about getting what she wanted. "You wanted this to happen. You wanted me to get stooped down to your filthy level." "Angela..." Marcus tried to butt in to save Maya. Even if he knew, all that would do would bury him further in the ground that he knew his wife thought of him. "Don't you dare." Angela stepped up to Marcus, getting uncomfortably close. "I bet you just love this. Don't you?" She used her hands to gesture towards her near-naked body. "You're disgusting, you know that?" "Please, Angela..." Marcus felt defeated. He knew there was nothing he could say. "Oh, shut up. At least you can stop wasting our money on this baby." Angela threw her arm in Maya's direction. "I mean, look at her; I bet she should still be breastfeeding for crying out loud." Maya blushed at her remark. She was a grown adult. The comparison was wildly unfair. "I bet the only reason she isn't is because YOU keep giving the baby all the money she needs to run away from home." 'Hey! That's enough!" Frank shouted from the other side of the room, near the other door that Maya wanted to try to see if it was unlocked. "Don't even try to butt in mister 'muscle'" Angela was on a rampage, and nothing was going to stop her. "Suit yourself, but the doors unlocked, and I'm getting out of here. Come on, Maya, I think the real witch wants to have a word with her husband." Frank should have chosen better words, as an evil giggle could be heard all around them. "Yep! I'm coming." Maya rushed over to meet with him, ready to leave this place. "Wait up!" Dameon and the others quickly followed suit. Even if Angela was pissed, there was no way she was going to stay behind. She wanted out just as bad as everyone else. Rushing through the door was a big mistake, however. They were all in too much of a rush to leave the last room. They hadn't even realized they were stepping into complete darkness. SLAM After they all entered the room, the door closed behind them, leaving them with zero light. They couldn't see each other, and without linking arms or anything, they had no way to tell where anyone else was. "AHHH!" Everyone heard Maya scream suddenly in the darkness. "Maya!" Frank yelled out. "What is it? Where are you?" but no response came in return.

Chapter 3: Raising the Steaks "Liv, you jerk!" Emma stormed out of the laundry room, determined to find something else she could wear under her skirt. Even going without underwear would be better than this. She dug deep in her closet, trying to find a pair of her secret underwear she only wears on dates, unaware that bending over put her diaper on full display under her skirt. Oliva couldn't help herself. Everything about this gave her more ideas on how to mess with her bestie. Olivia pulled out her phone and snapped a few more photos to match her video. She wanted to keep this going, but how? Then it struck her: the perfect way to mess with Emma. Olivia stepped out of the room and snuck across the hall to the bathroom. She grabbed the spare keys and locked the bathroom door closed. "This is too perfect. Without toilet access, she'll have no other choice but to wear another diaper." Olivia returned to the living room and began looking through the diaper bag again. She needed to get everything ready for the 'baby's' diaper change. Looking through the bag, she came across something she hadn't seen before. It looked like a pill bottle but much larger. Reading the label, Oliva grinned. "Oh, this is too good." Olivia set aside everything she needed for the change, including her little surprise, and returned to Emma's bedroom door. "You aren't going to find any." Olivia taunted. "You are such a bitch you know that." Emma smiled back at her. She was frustrated, but she also enjoyed Olivia's antics; that's why they became such best friends. "Yeah, but you still love me." Olivia leaned up against the door frame, enjoying making her friend squirm. "That doesn't change the fact that there is no way you will get me to wear another diaper." Emma walked towards the door, wanting to take the diaper off and throw it away in the trash. "Wanna bet?" Olivia smiled devilishly, blocking the doorway. "Ha! As if. Betting with you is what got me in this mess." Emma lifted her skirt, showing off her diaper. "I think I'll pass. Thanks." Emma rolled her eyes, trying to push past Olivia, but she stood her ground, blocking the doorway. "I tell you what. Let's make another deal. If I get you to wear another diaper willingly, I get to call the shots for the rest of the weekend. But until I do, I'll wear one, and if you don't wear another diaper for the rest of the day, you can call all the shots." "What? No way. There is no way you will get me to wear another one." Emma hated the idea of wearing another diaper. "Oh, come on." Olivia wined. She had to get Emma to wear another diaper; she just had to try that prank she thought of. "How about this: I'll follow the same rule if we get a diaper to fit me. I'll have to wet it, and you can video it." Olivia paused, looking at Emma with confidence. Then we would both have something on the other. "You can't be serious." Emma couldn't believe Olvia was willing to wet a diaper. She had to be bluffing. There was no way. "Fine, but you have to do it using the next size up, not this little thing." Emma wasn't going to let Olvia off the hook that easy. If she was going to have Oliva wear a diaper, it was going to be one that actually stood a chance of fitting her. "There are bigger ones?" Olvia giggled, covering her mouth. She hadn't even noticed them. That meant her plan was going to work even better than she imagined. "Uh yeah! I babysit kids of all ages. This is a size 5. They go up to size 7, and then even bigger ones for special needs kids." Emma realized her mistake too late. If she managed to fit in this one, then that meant the others would likely fit even better. "Shit, why did I tell her that?" "Let's get this over with then." Olvia moved out of the way so they could go back out to the living room and get this taken care of. She needed to distract Emma after she got her video and had the perfect excuse to do so. "Hey, given we have to wait for your underwear to dry before we go out, do you wanna watch a movie or something?" Even if she was messing with her friend, which was still a part of the plan, she still wanted to have fun with her. It's not often they get to do this kind of stuff, not since college started. "Haha, Sure." Emma followed Olivia back out into the living room. "First, let me throw this silly thing away." Emma was starting to feel a little better about the whole situation. Sure, Olivia crossed the line, but it was Olvia; Emma should have known she was going to pull something as stupid as that. Emma walked over to the trash can in the kitchen and removed her soaked diaper. She was left without any underwear, which is fine for now. They were going to watch a movie and chill, so she didn't need it. "Awe! No fun, here I thought we would be soggy girls together." Oliva teased. She didn't care about the whole diaper thing. She thought it was silly and stupid, but it was clearly something Emma didn't like, and that made it a little more fun. "Hell no! This thing is gross. If you like it, that's your provocative." Emma threw the diaper in the trash with a loud thud from the weight of it. "Now, let's get that butt of yours diapered!" Emma skipped over to the diaper bag, excited to get a little revenge. "Come on, your turn, lay that booty down!" Emma tapped on the ground next to her with all of the supplies. "Alright." Olivia didn't mind their little agreement at all. She knew that if things went according to plan, she would rule the weekend, and they would laugh about this later. Olvia more than Emma. Each time Emma thinks back to this weekend, she'll want to die of embarrassment. Olvia swiftly removed her jeans, followed by her panties, as she lay down on the ground. "Now, don't think you can just steal my underwear." Olvia teased. "Eww. Gross. First off, there's no way I would do that. Secondly, there is no way my tiny butt would even fit in those things." Emma had to make fun of Olvia a little bit, but it was only a fair game. "Ha Ha." Olvia fake laughed. "Just get this over with; your carpet is super uncomfortable." Olvia shifted slightly after her lower back hit the ground. "Fine." Emma pulled out one of the larger diapers, still opting to go with one of the size sevens. She didn't want to have to get into the pull-ups if she could avoid it. Using tape-ons meant she at least stood a small chance on the sides stretching enough to get securely put in place. Being an expert babysitter, Emma had no trouble getting the diaper on Olvia. "See, I know one of these ones would fit you. Emma sat back, admiring her handy work. "Fuck." Olvia looked at the diaper, annoyed that the bigger ones barely fit. "Fine, a deal's, a deal." She stood up, and looked at the diaper a little closer. She was worried the thing was going to go flying off with how tight it felt around her waist. "You have to wet it. Remember?" Emma wasn't going to let Olvia off the hook. She made her wet it, so it was only fair she did the same. "I know." Olvia had an easier time opening up the floodgates and wetting her diaper, practically doing it right away. "Whoa! Wait, I need to record it." Emma stumbled, trying to grab her phone to get a recording. "Well, hurry up, I'm not about to stop." Olvia giggled as she was about to finish up. Emma managed to get her phone out just in time to capture a few seconds of Olivia's 'accident' as she finished wetting her diaper. The sound of Olivia's giggles and the sloshing of the diaper filled the air, and Emma couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. "Ah ha! Got it!" Emma exclaimed, holding up her phone to show off the recording. "Now we're even!" "Good. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a diaper to get out of." Olvia started to walk toward the kitchen but felt the pee that had pooled in her diaper begin to shift, causing her to waddle a little. "How long does it take this thing to soak it all up?" Olvia asked while waddling over toward the trash can. "Don't ask me; you're the one who peed so much." Emma couldn't help but giggle. Now she understood why Olvia seemed to enjoy the idea of her being stuck in the diaper longer. It was kind of funny. "Shit!" Olvia froze when she entered the kitchen; she felt a small trickle running down her leg. "What?" Emma stood up, approaching Olvia. "The damn thing leaked." Olvia started to laugh uncontrollably. The whole thing was too funny. Funny and stupid. Why had she even thought of making this silly bet in the first place? Emma joined in the laughter. "Should I get a mop?" She laughed harder at the thought of her college friend leaking her little diaper. "No, I think it got the rest. I don't feel the pool anymore." Olvia waddled the rest of the way over to the trash without anything else running down her leg. She ripped off the diaper and tossed it in the garbage with a loud thud, much louder than Emma's. Olivia quickly wiped her legs off with some wet paper towels, tossing them in the trash, all the while laughing and teasing Emma about being a 'good babysitter' and wanting to help out with a leaky diaper. She grabbed some snacks from the kitchen, along with some drinks for the two of them, before returning to the living room, where Emma was waiting with Olvia's panties in one hand and her jeans in the other. "Trade ya for the soda?" Emma taunted. "Deal." Olvia giggled. That was her plan in the first place. Have Emma drink the soda so she'll need to pee. She'll have to ask for another diaper with the bathrooms locked and no other option. The two friends settled in on the couch, with Olivia pulling her pants back up and Emma handing over the remote control. "Okay, what movie do you want to watch?" Emma asked, scrolling through the options. "How about something sappy and romantic?" Olivia suggested, winking at Emma. "I need some serious feel-good vibes after this diaper debacle." Emma raised an eyebrow, laughing. "You're such a sucker for rom-coms, Liv." Olivia shrugged. "Hey, someone's got to keep the mood light around here." As they settled in to watch their movie, Emma couldn't help but think about how much she loved spending time with Olivia, even if it meant enduring some embarrassing moments like this one. "You know, despite all the crap you put me through today," Emma said, smiling at Olivia, "I'm still having a pretty good time." Olivia grinned back, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "That's what I'm counting on, Em. Now, let's get this movie started!."

Chapter 2: A Witches Welcome Maya's eyes widened in awe as the purple swirling light coalesced into a figure slowly rising from the stage. A shiver ran down her spine as the witch hat materialized on top of the mysterious entity, and she couldn't help but take a step back. The air was electric with anticipation, and a group of the club's patrons, frozen in place moments before, scrambled to get out of the club as they realized something extraordinary was happening. As the figure emerged from the portal, Maya felt her fear mix with fascination. The witch's long black hair streamed behind her like a dark river, and her eyes glowed with an otherworldly intensity - bright purple in the dim light of the club. Maya couldn't help but feel drawn to the woman despite the unease that settled in the pit of her stomach. The air vibrated with magical energy, making it hard for Maya to breathe. The club's speakers crackled to life, and the DJ's voice spoke, "What an entrance by..." he looked at his sheet to see if there were any new dancers he should shout out, not recognizing the woman standing on stage. But there was nothing; if she was new, he wasn't told about her. "The witch!" at least he could use her costume as a name for now until he gets the memo on who this new person was. "Fucking management, man. How am I supposed to build up hype when they pull stunts like this." He mumbled under his breath as he started another track. Maya felt a hand on her arm, spinning her around to face that woman, Marcus's wife. Her eyes were filled with frustration toward her. Utterly oblivious to the situation. "How dare you!" the woman scolded Maya, her voice laced with anger and betrayal. "Who do you think you are? You think you can just walk out on me?" But Maya's attention was already locked on the woman on stage, her eyes fixed intently on the mysterious figure. The woman had the whole crowd's attention, drawing them in with a power that was both captivating and unsettling. As Maya watched, transfixed, the woman on the stage just stood there, looking around the club. Her beauty was undeniable - striking features, a slim waist barely hidden by her cloak, and a stunning rack that made Maya jealous. "So unfair." The crowd erupted in cheers, but Maya barely noticed. The presence of this new woman made time feel like it had stood still. Suddenly, the witch's eyes locked onto hers, sending shivers down Maya's spine. The witch's gaze pierced her eyes. There was something about her eyes that felt like a direct connection to Maya's very soul, and she knew at that moment that this was no act - whatever magic the woman possessed was real. "Hello? Earth to slut, I'm over here." The woman tried to turn Maya's face back toward her. She didn't care what Maya was looking at. It was likely just another whore on the stage. Maya broke eye contact with the witch and was forced to look at the annoying woman who had ambushed her earlier. Annoyed, the witch's focus changed to the women bothering Maya. The witch scowled as she looked around the rest of the club. Then suddenly, she threw her arms up, laughing maniacally. A puff of smoke completely engulfed her, and she was gone. The remaining crowd lost it. They erupted in a large cheer, whistling and hollering at the magnificent showmanship. They had never seen such a unique entrance for a new dancer. They hoped that once the smoke cleared, she would be standing there in nothing more than a thin piece of ripped cloth covering her magnificent body. "Oh, grow up." The woman's focus broke from Maya. She was more annoyed that these men were so willing to betray their families to spoil these overgrown babies who couldn't take care of themselves, instead opting to beg grown adults for money. In the heat of the moment, she let Maya's arm go without realizing it. The men scoffed at her remark, but one man in the crowd looked terrified when he saw the woman. "Angela?" the man spoke in her direction. "Shit," he mumbled to himself. "Hi, Sweetie. I was just talking about you with your 'friend' here." Angela had a fake smile on, clearly showing that she was both annoyed and felt like she was in a place of power. When Angela looked back at Maya, she was gone, walking towards the exit. "Hey! Where do you think you are going?" Algela started rushing after Maya. "I'm not done with you yet." "Lady, I don't care. I'm getting the fuck out of here." Maya knew what she just felt wasn't a part of the show. That was the real deal. "Those eyes... it was like she could see right into my soul." Maya was so focused on leaving she hadn't even bothered to go back and grab her stuff. She just wanted out. Luna, Maya's best friend at the club, caught up to her as she sped walked over to the exit. "Hey, what's going on? Are you okay?" Luna asked, concern etched on her face. She had been watching from the sidelines, and Maya's frantic pace and shaky hands told a story. Maya hesitated for a moment before answering. "We need to get out of here," she said curtly, not wanting to elaborate. Luna nodded sympathetically, remembering the time that Maya had gotten attacked in the parking lot. This was different, though - this felt like something more sinister. Luna fell into step beside Maya as they walked towards the door. "What's going on? You've never been scared of anything at this club before," she said, her voice low and serious. Maya glanced over her shoulder, feeling a shiver run down her spine. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was following them. The way the witch looked at her made her feel singled out like it wanted her. "Maybe playing with magic was a horrible idea." "Whoa! What? No, you aren't; you just got here." Dameon finally showed his face from his office. He usually stayed back there for the whole night unless otherwise needed, but all the noise and the weird effects were not approved, and he was going to have someone's paycheck for blowing the budget. "Shit, I gotta go man. I'm about to get royally fucked, and not in the right way." Marcus rushed out of the booth he shared with some other regulars. They weren't good friends; they would just occasionally oodle over the woman, and they knew with two or more of them there, they were more likely to have one of the pretty ladies come over for a nice chat. "Awe, man, it was just getting good," the man said, trying to persuade his friend to stay. "I know, I know, I just. I gotta..." he could see Angela rushing off to catch Maya. Cutting his chat short, he ran after them. The last thing he wanted was for her to get him banned from the club. This was his only way to unwind from the stress of home life. "Yeah, yeah, good luck, man!" *** Frank stood at attention outside the door, his eyes scanning the dimly lit alleyway for any signs of trouble. The night was slow, and he didn't have a large crowd to deal with all evening. As he leaned against the wall, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. It wasn't his favorite job, but it paid the bills, and the girls were always grateful for his protection. The chanting from inside the club caught his attention, and he smiled. "Sounds like they're having a good time." He'd worked at Little Miracles Gentlemen's Club for years and knew how much a good night could mean to the girls. They usually made more tips during peak hours, but when business was slow, times like these kept everyone on their toes. Frank instinctively stepped forward as the door opened, eyes scanning the entrance for any signs of trouble. A few patrons were filtering out, chatting with each other or laughing, but something about the atmosphere felt off. The usual chatter among the members when leaving wasn't the same this time. The ones who weren't laughing seemed on edge, and even those who laughed did so nervously. Normally, Frank wouldn't think twice about it, but this seemed odd. Even the air was thick with tension. One person caught Frank's attention - Adrien, one of the bartenders, looked like he'd seen a ghost. His eyes were wide with fear, and his face was pale as he quickly tried to rush past Frank. "Hey, what's going on?" Frank asked, but Adrien didn't respond. He just took off running towards his car, leaving Frank wondering what had happened. Frank, worried about what might have gone down, opened the door to the club, scanning the dimly lit interior for any signs of trouble. Everything seemed normal - the DJ was still spinning tracks, drinks were still being poured, and patrons were still enjoying themselves. But it was the sight of Maya storming towards him that made Frank's gut twisted with concern. She looked terrified, her eyes wide with fear as she approached him. She hadn't even grabbed her purse or her sweatshirt. Whatever was wrong must have scared the holy hell out of her if she was about to go outside dressed like that at the start of October. Frank could see Maya glancing back over her shoulder. For a moment, Frank thought he saw something moving behind her—a flash of purple, a glimpse of long black hair, a pointy tall hat. But when he turned to look, there was nothing. Instead, he saw this short lady dressed in gray chasing after her. He had remembered letting the woman in earlier that night. He thought she was a tightwad who just came to the club to blow off steam or pull her husband out. Instead, it seemed like Maya had become the unfortunate center of attention for the evening. Luna tried calming her down, and Dameon stormed after them, frustrated. That crazy tight wad, and the man following suit, was likely her husband. "So much for a quiet night." Frank stepped forward to calm the situation, wrapping his arms around Maya as she tried to push past him. "What's going on, Maya?" he asked, but she just shook her head and tried to wriggle free. Dameon's face reddened with anger while Angela jumped into the conversation, her voice venomous. "You think you can just walk out on me like that? You're just a cheap little whore who thinks you can do whatever you want and get away with it." Marcus stormed forward, his face twisted in anger. "What are you doing here?" he demanded, yelling at Angela. Luna stood her ground, trying to cover Maya's back. "Listen, bitch, you need to back off," she said, her voice firm. "Maya doesn't deserve this harassment." Frank raised his hands, trying to keep everyone from escalating further. "Everyone, just back up for a second," he said, but it was too late. The argument had reached a fever pitch, with all five people shouting over each other and pushing against Frank's chest. Luna shoved Angela, causing her to stumble backward, knocking herself into Frank and sending the whole group crashing through the exit door. They tumbled out onto the alleyway, landing in a heap on the ground. Maya sat up, rubbing her head, and looked around to see where they were. But instead of the familiar sight of the club's parking lot, she saw... a room, it looked like it should belong to the club, but was something she had never seen before. The room was empty, only the floor, four walls, and two doors, the one they just came through, which was shut, and another on the other side of the room, also closed. "What the...?" she muttered, scrambling to her feet. Luna stood up, looking around in confusion. "Where are we?" Dameon got to his feet, brushing himself off. "I don't know," he admitted, but Angela's expression turned from anger to outrage. "How can you not know where we are? You run this club, for God's sake! You should know every room here like the back of your hand, you incompetent idiot!" Angela glared at Dameon, her voice rising. But just as she was about to continue ranting, a low, menacing laugh echoed through the room. The sound sent shivers down Maya's spine. Dameon's face went white, and he took a step back. "What... the... fuck?" Marcus went to shout, asking who the voice was, but it was too late before he could even make a sound. The evil laugh had already stopped, leaving an uncomfortable silence. Maya felt a creeping sense of dread as she looked around at the group. Where were they? How did they get here? Was this even real? "Please, god, let me still be sleeping at my desk, and this is just one really screwed-up nightmare." As she scanned the empty room, a figure emerged from corner in the ceiling over by the new door. It's neck twisted in an unnatural way, it's face was imposing, and the same glowing purple eyes looked over at the group. As if seeing what it managed to catch. "Welcome to my little playground," the figure said, its voice dripping with malice. "You've all been very naughty. Let's see if we can fix that." The voice began to giggle as it slowly retreated back into the wall until it completely disappeared out of sight.

I would need to do a double check, but a quick count I believe 8/13 wishes so far were unintentional. Only realizing the damage they caused after the fact. (I’m only counting wishes that would actually work. She’s made more but because of the rules, they didn’t work. They also would have counted towards the ones that were intentional) I thought about having it be controlled via thought, but figured that would/could be a little too mean to our Lisa. So it has to be verbal. She must say the wish in order for it to be fulfilled.

Chapter 29: Gotta Go! Lisa was grateful to be finally heading home. It had been a long day. The morning appointment was a disappointment, the conversations she had with Oliva, Craig, and her mom. Everything seemed like too much. But she couldn't say it was all bad. Sure, she had a few accidents and had to steal a pull-up, but at least she got to spend the day with Craig. He always made things better. "So, when you get home, are you going to tell your mom about the app and how the appointment went?" Craig's words shook her back to reality. "I would rather not if I can avoid it." Lisa hated the idea of her mom knowing what was happening and what she had to do. "If I had it my way, I would never get a ride from her again. Not with this all going on. I can already hear it now. 'Did you make it in time, sweety?' I think I would die of embarrassment if she ever did that to me while out in public." "I get it. I won't say anything. But if you want her to help with the log, you should tell her. That's your call." Craig turned down the road leading up to her apartment building. "Were you able to get the app installed?" "No, my stupid phone isn't letting me." Lisa tapped on her screen, still getting an error message each time she tried downloading it. It didn't give her a reason; it just kept saying, 'unable to install.' "I don't get it! I wished for this to be easier, not a royal pain." "It's just technology, babe. It's okay. Besides, just wishing something was some way won't do any good. Sure, we can wish for things, but that doesn't make it so things go magically our way." Craig pulled into the driveway for her apartment and started navigating the complex's winding roads, getting as close to her building as he could. Lisa felt stuck. Craig didn't know about the bracelet. She wanted to comment on how it was supposed to work for her, but doing so would only sound weird. Instead, she kept silent as they turned the corner and arrived at her building. "Listen, if you need a ride anywhere, anytime, let me know. I'm here for you while we figure this whole thing out. Okay?" Craig gently placed his hand on her thigh after he put the car in park. "Thanks." Lisa wasn't sure what to do. Her mom was already there for her, and having Craig miss work for her wasn't fair, either. Lisa smiled nervously as she reached for her plastic bag with various protective underwear they had bought earlier. She hated she had to bring the things in, but she knew she needed them—the doctor's appointment made that very clear. "I love you." Lisa leaned in and kissed Craig quickly before reaching for the door handle and climbing out of the car. The second she stood up, she froze. "What the heck?" She felt her pull-up sag a little from under her dress, clearly heavy and wet. But she hadn't felt the need to go. "This can't be right. There's no way." Lisa started to panic. She couldn't be losing even more control, could she? But before she could entirely worry about that, another pressing issue arose. Her stomach started to cramp up. The laxatives had finally done their job. Lisa's eyes widened with worry. She hadn't felt such an urgent need to poop in her life! Without looking back, Lisa slammed Craig's door closed and ran towards her apartment door. She had to resist placing a hand on her butt to try and hold the gates shut. The thought of Craig seeing her desperate to poop felt like a nightmare. He has already seen her with wetting accidents. There is no way he could love her if she shit herself too. As soon as Lisa was out of the line of sight of Craig, she shot one of her hands to her butt, trying to keep things under control. Arriving at the door, she dropped her plastic bag of underwear on the ground and started digging through her purse for the keys while clenching as hard as she could. She only had moments before it would be too late. "Why are these so strong all of a sudden?" Lisa finally found her keys and unlocked her door with a lightning-fast pass. Not wanting to waste any time or risk bending over, she kicked in the plastic bag into the front door, with the contents spilling out on the ground, slamming the door behind her. She had no time to waste. It didn't matter if they were everywhere; she needed the toilet, and she needed it now. “Hey, sweetie!” Carol greeted Lisa before realizing how much of a rush she was in. “Hey, give me a minute!” Lisa ran for the bathroom, throwing the door closed behind her as she rushed to the toilet, pulling the pull-up down from under her dress, barely making it onto the toilet before she let loose. Lisa couldn’t believe what an experience that was, but she finally felt relieved, and an unnoticed pressure eased up from within her. She hadn’t even noticed how backup she was until the pressure was gone. Lisa enjoyed her sense of relief momentarily before turning her focus back on the pull-up. Sure enough, the thing was soaked. It didn’t make sense. How did she use it without realizing it? At least when she wet herself at the theater, she felt that one. Lisa couldn’t believe how her life was turning out. It was so unfair. She hadn’t done anything to deserve this. She couldn’t hold it back anymore. Tears began to stream down her face. She had to put up a front all day. Needing to handle everything from the doctors, to the accident at the movie, it was all too much. She didn’t want to bring Craig down, but he was gone now. She was alone. *Knock* *Knock* ”Lisa, honey…” her mom called from the other side of the door. It’s going to be okay, honey. I picked up your…” she paused, trying to choose her words carefully. "Well, umm... I brought you a pair of sweats and a change of clothes if you want to shower and just chill for the rest of today.” Lisa saw a shadow form at the bottom of the door where her mom had left some stuff. “You don’t have to talk about it, honey, but I’m still here for you.” Lisa felt a little guilty. Her mom was super supportive. Trying to keep her out was unfair. She would have nothing to worry about. “If you want, I have some good news for you; if you can use a little, pick me up.” Lisa felt her tears slowing. She wasn’t sure what her mom could possibly be talking about. Good news? What could be good news with all this junk going on? ”Just let me know when you want to talk, sweetie. In the meantime, I’ll grab us some pizza and give you a little privacy to do your thing.” Lisa saw the shadow start to step away. ”Hey, Mom!” Lisa shouted. She couldn’t open the door yet, but hearing her mom gave her a slight sense of relief. ”Yes, sweetie?” ”Thanks…” Lisa couldn’t think of the words to express her gratitude. Even if she could, she would likely just end up a hot mess covered in tears and snot from balling her eyes out. “Anytime, sweetie. Now you enjoy yourself, I’ll be back in…” she paused, thinking how long it would take. “An hour and a half? That should be enough time.” Lisa could see her mom's shadow leaving. She waited, wanting to hear the front door close before she got up to get her clothes and shower. Lisa knew there was no point in holding back telling her mom about what the doctor said, not with her seeing the underwear all over the floor. If her mom didn't know what was going on with her after seeing that, then she had to be blind or something. *Click* Finally, Lisa was alone. Entirely alone, just her and her thoughts were left at home for the first time in what felt like forever. Lisa threw away the pull-up and went to the door, tossing her dress in the laundry basket. She opened the bathroom door and saw a pair of grey sweatpants and a black college hoodie. But on top of all of it was her new reality—a new pull-up. "At least this time, it's one of the adult ones." Lisa picked up the clothes and carried them over to the bathroom sink. Setting them down, she took a moment to examine the pull-up. It was a light purple, with small pink flowers on the front, not done over the top, but in a more tasteful way. "It's actually kind of cute." She smiled, thanking Craig in her mind for picking out something that was more normal and safe to wear. Something that wouldn't make her feel like a child having potty issues. Just another adult, secretly but confidently handling a bladder issue. *** "I can't believe she got so many." Carol was happy to see her daughter back home and that she was finally embracing this part of her life. "I thought Craig said a few simple things. That's a lot more than a few if you ask me. I wonder if Craig is into this diaper stuff?" Carol wasn't sure if her research was correct, but the least she could do was get out of Lisa's hair. If this was intentional, she should respect Lisa's privacy to do what she wants. If it wasn't, Lisa likely didn't want good old Mommy to come in and bug her every day about it. Carol could only imagine the humiliation that Lisa must be feeling. She hoped that Lisa was doing better and coping with it better. The diapers seemed like a step in the right direction. That and the doctor's appointment showed she was at least trying, or so it seemed. *Ding* Carol looked at her phone and saw a text from her husband, David. "I can't wait to tell her the news. I hope she is as excited as I am." Carol set her phone aside, leaving the message unread so she could respond later. *** Lisa turned on the shower, excited for a nice hot shower after having three accidents today. The water would help wash away any embarrassment she still felt, and that new pull-up design would help her feel comfortable in her skin for the first time in days now. The thought that she almost didn't make it in time when that laxative kicked in, made her skin crawl. "What would have happened if I was still out in public? Would I have been able to make it?" The thought made her terrified. But there was no way she was going to risk a wish around it. Anytime she wished for something regarding her bladder, it seemed to make things worse. "I just didn't want to keep waiting in lines. I didn't even think that was a wish, but I had to have made a wish then. That's when this all started, the day I got this stupid thing." She looked at the bracelet while leaning up against the wall next to the shower, feeling the steam coming from it. "Then the damn diapers started. Now, I wet the bed like I'm four. I wet myself randomly without warning." She started to spiral in thought as she continued to think more about making a wish around her bowels. "If I wished for anything around my bowels, I'd be done for. That would be it. There would be no going back. I'd be stuck wearing diapers forever to be safe. At least if I wet my panties, I could change out of them without a big issue. If I shit myself..." Lisa stepped into the shower, wanting to wash the thought away. If she continued on that path, she would only spiral into a miserable state, and all she wanted to do now was relax and feel comfortable for the night. The hot water felt great against her skin. Lisa felt everything; all her worries started to wash away as she focused on the shower's sound and the water's warmth. *Ding* Her phone broke her moment of peace. But, she didn't care. She would get to it after her shower. For now, she had the apartment to herself for an hour, and she was going to take advantage of that the best she could. First and foremost, by soaking in this shower some more.

Chapter 1: Bad Management The full moon cast its silvery glow over the city, illuminating the darkened streets and casting an air of mystique over the strip clubs that lined them. It was a night like any other at "Little Miracles Gentlemen's Club," but for Maya, it was about to become one she would never forget. As she prepared for her shift, Maya couldn't help but feel a sense of restlessness, a feeling that had been building inside her all week. It all started a few weeks back. She started noticing that some of the other girls were getting more tips than her. They all had one thing in common. Their boobs were at least two cup sizes bigger than hers. Their bras would get all padded up but with dollar bills instead of tissue paper. Frustrated, Maya started looking into some options outside of surgery that might help. She knew Halloween was coming up soon, and there's no better time of the year for something magical to happen, especially after hearing about a once-in-a-lifetime astronomical event happening where the Earth was going to have two moons for the month of October. If magic was real, then this had to be the time to try it. Maya took some time researching different spell books and manuscripts in her free time in between classes at the local university. Everything she found seemed foolish and like it wouldn't work, but there was one spell. One ritual that came up more than any other. She hated the idea of doing it, but it was worth a shot; what was the worst that could happen? Feel like an idiot for a few days, and end up exactly where she is, with modest B sized breasts. Reluctantly, Maya collected everything she needed and proceeded to recite the incantation each day before she had to go to her shift, hoping that by the time she got there, her boobs would be big enough to steal the show for the night. She had only managed to try the spell for two days, with nothing to show for it. She hoped tonight would be different. It was her third try; the moon was full, and that second moon was clearly visible in the night sky. The only problem was that she was running late. She had fallen asleep while studying for her next test and hadn’t realized how much time had passed. In a frantic panic, Maya ran to her bathroom and quickly threw off her shirt. She wanted to examine her breasts to see if there had been any change, but she had no time. “Shit! How did I let this happen?” She ripped off her bra, grabbed the large jar on her counter, and proceeded to smother her boobs in the slimy substance. “This is so gross.” She grimaced. Even using this stuff the last two days didn't help prepare her for it today. Keeping it at room temperature made her skin want to crawl as the coolness touched her sensitive areas. Regardless of her feelings, she had no time to waste. Maya grabbed her cheap throwaway bra and threw on a baggy sweatshirt. Just because she worked at a strip club didn’t mean she was going to wear a party dress to work—anything to get less attention from potential creeps on her way to, or from work. She ran down her shared apartment stairs to get in her beat-up car. Even though it was old, it was reliable. "Please let it work tonight. I really need this. Tuition is due next week." Maya sped down the street roads, keeping her eyes on a close lookout for any cops. The last thing she needed was a speeding ticket or some sort of traffic violation. Even though she had a nice ass, that wasn't about to do her any good if she got pulled over. If she at least had a nice rack, she might be able to get away with a warning, but not in her current state. She was in a sweatshirt and had stuff all over them. At best, they might let her off out of pity. Luckily, she was able to get to the club without issues. Maya was grateful she managed to make it here without further delay and was only two minutes late for clocking in. She grabbed her purse, and was about to beline it into the club, when she saw herself in the rearview mirror. She still had to cast the spell if the enlargement was going to work. "Fuck!" She was already late, but not casting the spell would have meant she smothered her boobs for no reason. Begrudgingly, she pulled out her phone and went to the notes app, where she had the spell written out. She took a deep breath, hoping this would work, and began reading it out loud. If she were lucky, maybe they would grow in the middle of the show and get the boys all worked up. "By moonlight's gentle glow, I call upon the power of the goddess. Milk of the Moon, flow into my breasts, Attracting nourishment and growth with every kiss. Honey of Attraction, sweeten my form, Drawing love and beauty to my heart's core. Essence of Goddess, infuse me with your might, Breast Nourishment Powder, make me a beautiful sight." Maya looked at herself in the rearview mirror again and smiled at herself. "Here goes nothing." Even through all the stress of being late, she knew she was going to give the boys the best show that night. At the bare least, she would get any newbies drilling over her ass. She got out of her car, and ran over to the door. "Hey, Frank." She greeted the bouncer. "You're late. I was beginning to worry." the tall man stood at the door, opening it for her to enter. "Sorry about that; fell asleep studying." Maya had always appreciated Frank. He was intimidating, but to her and the rest of the girls, he was like a giant teddy bear. "You got this kid. But I can't keep covering for you. You can tell Dameon that you got caught by a creeper and needed a hand." Frank had been covering for Maya for the last few weeks. He knew Maya was struggling with finals coming up and that the final payment would be required soon. Anyone would. But he couldn't fault the girl. She was trying to do something with her future, and this job was just a means to an end. "Thanks." Maya blushed, rushing into the club. She liked Frank like a big brother, but any time he called her "kid" or "kiddo" it made her feel like she was his little sister. She knew she was an adult, and could manage on her own, but with the stress of everything, she really had doubts some days. Finally, in the back room, Maya wasted no time clocking in, throwing off her clothes, and getting ready. She noticed on the schedule next to the punch-in clock that her name was on the board. She had a lap dance scheduled in the next ten minutes. She couldn't believe Dameon would allow one to get put on the schedule within fifteen minutes of her shift starting. It almost felt like he wanted her to lose a regular. "You know that stuff isn't going to work, right? Why are you still bothering with it, it looks, and smells disgusting." Sunny retorted, looking at Maya's smothered breasts. "Nice to see you too, Sunny." Maya knew she was only poking fun, even if it was a little hurtful. Sunny's breasts were easily a D, which meant Maya stood no chance of getting extra tips tonight. Not if Sunny's breasts were going out before her, and having a lap dance first thing meant her fate was sealed. Maya removed her old bra, tossing it in the trash, knowing that if it didn't work tonight, it wasn't going to work. She reached over for the pack of baby wipes the dancers shared for cleaning up in between shows, wiping away the ointment she laid on her breasts before leaving. She then found the costume she usually wore for lap dances and dawned it. A red lacy pushup bra, anything to help make her breasts more perky, and a red matching thong. She hoped that Marcus brought plenty of spare cash tonight. Stepping behind the curtain to enter the private rooms, Maya was stunned by what she saw. It wasn't Marcus—no, it was a woman. She wore a full-length dress colored in dark gray and lifeless hues. "I take it you are Maya. The slut who's been stealing my husband." The woman angrily pointed her finger in an accusative manner. Maya stood stunned. She wasn't expecting tonight to go like this. "Well! What do you have to say for yourself? Do you know you are ruining families?" Even though the woman was angry, Maya couldn't feel too intimidated by her; she was easily six to eight inches shorter than her. "Listen, lady, I don't even know who you are." "I'm Marcus's wife. I bet you didn't even know he was married, did you?" "Plenty of guys that come in here are married." Maya couldn't help herself by crossing her arms over her breasts. She couldn't believe this woman had the nerve to yell at her like this. Practically naked, in just her underwear, with nothing to cover herself. The whole thing made her feel small, even if she knew she was physically bigger. "So you admit it, you know you are ruining marriages." The woman leaned back on her heels. It was clear to see that this woman thought she was in the right. "I never said that." "Why don't you get a real job? All you are doing is taking advantage of these men and their families." "Listen, I'm just trying to get through school." Maya knew that doing this kind of work was frowned upon by many and that it made her an easy target. If she had a better way to make what she was here while still accommodating her class schedule, she would have looked at doing that instead. But there was no way. This was her only option. "So you beg these men for money? You can't take care of yourself like a big girl, so you come crawling to other wives' husbands for money instead." "What are you talking about? These men pay us for a show. That's exactly what we give them." Maya always hated it when people assumed things about her or judged her in her line of work. It's not like she was a hooker or a drug dealer. She never had sex with any of them, and if they even tried to touch her, they got kicked out and were banned. Frank was always good about that. "No. You crawl and beg like a baby. Someone who can't care for themselves." The woman pulled out a stack of papers from her purse, which she had brought. "You're the reason he keeps coming here. Seven times in 30 days!" "Lady, I didn't give your husband a lap dance seven times this month. It's not me." Maya could hear the showroom floor starting to get a little rowdy. She knew she wasn't up yet, but it was clear that someone else was running behind, at least based on the chatter that started. "Oh yeah, let's see." She folded over the sheet of paper with a list of transactions on it. "September 25th, Little Miracles," she ran her finger across the paper. "September 30th, Little Miracles." Maya could hear more clearly now what was happening out in the showroom. The boys were chanting. "Little Miracles!" They were either getting really impatient, or someone else was about to get the bulk of the tips tonight. "Now we are here again on October 1st, Little Miracles." "I didn't see him yesterday! I haven't even seen him today; instead, I'm in here with you." Maya was annoyed. She couldn't believe Dameon let this happen. Maya stormed out of the private room. She was going to give Dameon a piece of her mind. She wasn't about to stand there and continue to get nagged at by this judgmental woman. But as she stepped out of the room, she saw that everyone was silent. No one was moving; it was like they were all frozen. Even the bartender looked stunned. Unsure what was happening, Maya started looking around the room until she saw it. A purple swirling light was on the stage. "What the fuck is that" Maya felt her mouth drop open. She had never seen anything like that before. The closest thing was from some of the spell books she looked through. She thought the whole magic thing was a fake. Her boobs never got any bigger, yet, here it is. Magic. She stared in awe as a witch hat slowly started to arise from out of the purple swirl.

Chapter 28: Confrontation Lisa walked back into the theater room, trying to look as normal as possible despite the bulkiness under her dress, which she felt she was reluctantly getting used to. Craig noticed her immediately and gave her a small smile. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper so as not to disturb the other moviegoers. Lisa blushed slightly, feeling embarrassed about her accident. "Yeah, I'm fine," she avoided Craig's gaze, not wanting him to see the unease written all over her face. Craig could sense Lisa's discomfort. He wasn't sure what had happened, but with everything going on, it wasn't hard to take a guess either. He knew now likely wasn't the best time to ask, but he also couldn't help but worry for Lisa and wanted to make her feel secure and safe. She hadn't worn protection coming here, so if his suspicion was correct that she had an accident, then he could only guess how self-conscious she might be right now. Wanting to reassure Lisa, Craig reached out to grab her hand, reminding her that he was there to support her. It didn't matter if she had an accident or not; he was there to help her get through it, and it wasn't going to affect them as a couple. But Lisa wasn't really in the mood, still distraught about the whole thing. She pulled her hand away from Craig, keeping her eyes focused on the movie. Craig occasionally glanced at Lisa as they watched, but she avoided meeting his gaze. She didn't want to deal with the awkwardness between them after her reaction. *** After the credits rolled, they walked out of the theater. Lisa couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. She was relieved that she had made it through the movie without another close call or accident, but at the same time, she was still feeling the aftermath of her bathroom accident. She had been doing so well today, just for it all to slip away, and then she was a total jerk to Craig for essentially no reason. "Hey, what happened back there? You seemed upset," Craig asked, his voice laced with concern as they walked towards his car. "I'm sorry," she said, feeling a pang of guilt. "I just didn't want to tell you..." Craig nodded understandingly, but Lisa could see the hint of disappointment in his eyes. She knew that he was trying to be supportive, but she wasn't making it easy for him. Lisa took a deep breath as she tried to compose herself. "I... um... I did manage to use the bathroom just fine when we were at your place," Lisa said, trying to sound chipper despite the butterflies in her stomach. Craig nodded, his expression softening. "Oh. Um. Yeah. That's great." Craig was clearly confused about why she was bringing that up now. Lisa took another deep breath before continuing. "But... uh... things didn't go so well at the cafe." Craig's confused expression only grew, shocked by this new information. "What happened? I thought you made it. That's why I logged it for you." Lisa sighed and rubbed her temples. "I just couldn't go. I sat there and tried as hard as I could, but nothing came out. I thought maybe the laxative was slowing down my need to pee or something." Craig gently touched her arm, stopping as she frustratedly started to get in the car. "Hey, it's okay. I know you are struggling, and even if I can't relate, I am here for you." Craig looked her in the eyes, clearly conveying love and care. Lisa smiled weakly, still feeling distraught about everything that had happened. Wanting to cheer her up a little, Craig gave her a light pat on the butt, trying to lighten the mood, smiling warmly at her, getting a playful smile and eye roll in return. However, Craig couldn't help but notice that she had underwear on. "I thought she had an accident, didn't she? Was it just me, or did it have a different feel? I can't tell because of the dress, but it's definitely not what I was expecting." Craig quickly brushed off the thought, not wanting to make things any more awkward than they had already been that day. "Hey, let's not worry about it," he said with a smile. "Besides, I'm debating about stealing you for another night." "That sounds nice." Lisa felt a little better but still embarrassed. "It's just that I have work in the morning; I only took today off." Lisa turned around to face Craig, leaning up against his car with her door left open. "Just call off; I'm sure they won't mind." Craig took a step closer, gently running his hands down her arms and towards her hips. "Besides, you need to take care of your health. After we figure things out, you can go back if you want. In the meantime, take as much time as possible." Craig was trying to be reassuring. He just wanted Lisa to feel more confident, whatever it would take to get to that point. "Craig... You know I can't do that. What about my mom? She's going through just as hard of a time as me, and I'm the only one she's got. I can't do that." Lisa was on the verge of tears. She wanted to take the time. Time to get better, to get everything sorted out. But how could she? "Hey, it's okay. You don't have to if you aren't ready." Craig wrapped his arms around Lisa's waist, pulling her in for a hug. "Why don't you talk with your mom? I'm sure she only wants things to get better for you." Craig couldn't help himself; pulling her in for a hug was a two-fold move. He wanted to make her feel better first and foremost, but it also gave him a chance to get a better feel for that suspicious underwear he thought he felt. "I knew it. She does have underwear, and it isn't the same ones she had on when we left... I guess she brought some extra. I don't recall her grabbing a pair from the ones we just got..." Craig was confused but wasn't about to ask her about it. The last thing he wanted to do was make her feel uncomfrtable. "I know. I'll... I'll talk to her. But I still think it would be best if you dropped me off at my place tonight. I'm not going to miss out on work until we figure out a game plan." Lisa pulled away from Criag, feeling slightly better but still worried about what lay ahead. "Fair enough, just remember... If that creep at work gives you any trouble, report it right away, and turn in a notice. You don't have to quit, but you should at least try to take a medical leave until things blow over." "Fair enough," Lisa brushed the hair out of her face, trying to sound casual despite the awkwardness of their conversation. Satisfied with the little chat they had, Craig slowly stepped away to let Lisa get in his car, closing the door gently behind her. As they settled into their seats, Craig's expression turned serious. "I know it's a little awkward, but..." he started, his voice trailing off as he opened up the potty training app on his phone. Lisa's eyes widened in alarm as she realized what he was about to do. "What?" she asked, feeling anxious again. Craig smiled sheepishly. "I think we should update your log," he said, his eyes scanning the screen. "I just don't want to embarrass you, but we should really keep it updated if you want to give the doctor any shot at being able to help you." Lisa's face burned with embarrassment as she realized what he was implying. Lisa blushed, regretting having told him about her bathroom habits for the day. "Okay, fine," she admitted, sounding casual despite her frustration about what lengths Craig was willing to go to. "I did have an accident mid-way through the movie, and I didn't go pee while at the cafe. So update the log." Lisa rolled her eyes, buckled herself in, and crossed her arms. "Well then, Miss grouchy pants." Craig tried to tease. "It's updated. Still haven't had a bowel movement, huh?" Craig noticed the time. They were getting close to that eight-hour mark when the laxatives should kick in. Lisa's eyes widened as she realized she hadn't. She quickly looked at the clock, seeing the time. She was hoping that the laxatives would help with her sudden urge to pee. Now, it was only a matter of time before she found out if it would help. "Not yet. I should really get home before that happens." Lisa looked at Craig, slightly worried. "Your wish is my command. Let's just stop by my place real quick so you can take home some of those protective underwear." Craig smiled, utterly unaware of the irony of his statement. "I'm sure you want some variety and something to always make you feel comfortable and prepared."

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Chapter 2: No Fair! "Come on, Liv, you can't be serious." Emma crossed her arms, annoyed at Olivia for not giving her back her panties. "Can't we settle this later? Timmy's mom is about to knock on the door any second, and I can't go answering it like this." She gestured, her arms showing off her current state in just a grey T-shirt and a diaper. "No way! The bet was if you fit, you had to pee it, and I get to video it. Now hurry up. If you're quick, you can change out of it before Timmy gets to the door." Olivia stood her ground with a grin on her face. She was always a little rebellious and liked to push things a little too far. That's why Emma's parents didn't really like her that much. But they were both adults now, so it's not like her parents could do much about it. "Ugh! Fine." Emma rolled her eyes and tried to change her focus to her bladder. She just wanted to get this over with so she could get changed. The last thing she wanted was to wear this diaper any longer than she had to. But peeing herself on purpose was more challenging than she thought. She felt a flutter in her chest as Olivia pulled out her phone and started videoing her. "Okay, okay... I'm trying," Emma muttered, trying to sound braver than she felt. Olivia giggled. "Alright, let's get this show on the road!" Emma felt the first drops start to trickle down. She closed her eyes, mortified, as the warm liquid hit the soft diaper. "Oh my god, this is so gross," Emma whispered, trying not to make a sound as she peed into the diaper. "Oh my gosh, you're doing it!" Olivia exclaimed, laughing while zooming in on the action. "Is it going to be able to hold it all?" Emma felt her face heat up with embarrassment as the pee started to pool inside the diaper, spreading across the front and back of the diaper. She could feel it seeping slowly, soaking it all up. She was mortified. "I don't know; it's pooling at my butt. This is so gross, Liv! Why did I agree to take this stupid bet?" "You're the one who thought it wouldn't fit. Besides, apparently, me needing to do what you say was worth the risk," Olivia smiled. But now I don't have to. Instead, I have to help watch two babies," Oliva giggled. "How did I let this happen? How long is this going to take? It feels like it's going on forever," Emma groaned, trying to speed things along. As the peeing continued, Emma couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust and amusement at herself and her body. Who would have thought that she'd be peeing into a diaper? It was like something out of a bad dream, and yet something totally stupid and silly that she would never live down. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the flow slowed to a trickle and then stopped altogether. "There! Happy?" Emma snapped at Olivia. But Olivia just moved closer to get a few different angles. "Very! I'm shocked it held up." She turned off the video and reached out to feel how wet the diaper was. "You really soaked this thing." "Yeah, well, they aren't meant for grown women to use, " Emma said, annoyed. "Now, can I have my panties back, please?" But before Olivia could say anything, they were interrupted. *Ring* *Ring* "Oh no... oh no... NO," Emma muttered, panic setting in, as she looked at her phone seeing the caller ID "It's Timmy's mom. I needed some more time. I'll... uh... change after she hangs up." Emma quickly threw on her skirt, covering the soiled diaper worried that she might have to answer the door before the call ends. "Quick, finish cleaning up the place real quick while I answer this." Olivia was about to protest, annoyed that Emma was telling her to do stuff even though she had lost the bet. But then, an evil thought crossed her mind. "Okay," she grinned, grabbing the random clothes and laundry scattered about in the living room. She snuck off to Emma's room, where she quickly raided Emma's underwear drawer and gathered up all of Emma's panties. She smiled mischievously as she stuffed them into a laundry basket and carried it to the laundry room. There, she tossed all of the panties into the washer. Meanwhile, Emma answered her phone and started chatting with Timmy's mom, praying she wasn't anywhere close by. "Hi, Karen! What's up?." She asked, trying not to let her nerves come through on the call. "Hey Em! I hate to do this to you, but I need to cancel" Karens words felt like a ton of bricks off of Emma's shoulders. She was mortified at the thought of getting caught not only wearing a toddler's diaper, but a wet one at that. "Timmy isn't feeling well, and frankly, this day has been a mess. We're just doing a day in instead. Taking time to just watch movies and stuff." "No worries Karen! I'm sorry to hear Timmy isn't feeling well." Emma had to try to hold back her relief. She wanted so badly to let out a sigh, but didn't want to send the wrong message that she didn't want to watch Timmy. "I hope he feels better soon, and you and your husband get to have some chill time this weekend." "Thanks Em. I hope so too. I really am sorry about cancelling. If you need, I can still pay you at least for an hour for the time I caused you to waste?" "Oh no, you don't have to do that." Emma really wanted the cash. She was planning on using some of it for the pizza this weekend, as well as some fun money for the weekend with Olivia. But she also was too nice to accept money like that without working for it. "I really don't mind Em, I know you are busy with college and stuff. I don't want you to lose out on the little bit of time you do get. I've been there and done that." Emma was starting to shift a little uncomfortably. The longer she talks, the longer she had to stay in the soaked diaper. The weight of it makes her skin crawl. She couldn't believe the stupid thing fit on her. "Thanks Karen, but I really can't do that to you. I actually invited Oliva over to help, so I already got some company, this just means we can start doing some fun stuff a little sooner is all. I really appreciate the offer, but we're good. I promise" Emma knew Olivia would be pissed that they weren't making any money this weekend, but she would just have to deal with it, it's not like she was going to make anything anyway if it wasn't for Emma. "Alright, we'll you two girls have fun then. Just not too much fun. I don't want to be hearing about anything on the news." Karne chuckled, knowing the history the girls had, and how bad of an influence Oliva could be at times. Emma giggle back, "We won't. Thanks Karen." Emma ended the phone call relieved she wouldn't have to face anyone while wearing the diaper. Plus know her weekend was freed up. As soon as she ended the call, Olivia emerged from the laundry room, looking annoyed. "We aren't getting paid?" she asked Emma, rather angrily. But Emma's patience had worn thin. She rushed over to Olivia with an annoyed expression. "That's nothing, I had to pee in a diaper, and then have an entire conversation with the women who babysat me as a kid. Do you have any idea how embarrassing that is?" she softy yelled at Olivia for making her pee the diaper, and videoed the whole thing, when they thought Timming was right around the corner. Olivia held up her hands, apologetic. "Hey, hey! Don't be mad. It's your fault for taking so long." She grinned. She could have pushed it off, but she knew Emma would have just tried to get away without peeing it, and that wasn't any fun. "Tell you what, to make things fair... I'll do all the diaper changes this weekend," she said with a mischievous grin. Emma raised an eyebrow, "That doesn't even make any sense. We aren't watching Timmy anymore. Now, give me back my panties. I really want to get out of this thing." Emma was frustrated about what took place, but she wasn't about to let it ruin her weekend. Olivia pretended not to know anything about the missing underwear. "Panties? I don't have them," she said innocently. "Come on, Liv. This isn't funny. Give me back my underwear." Emma's eyes narrowed annoyedly as she placed her hands on her hips. "I'm serious. I don't have them." Olivia giggled. She turned her pockets inside out, and twirled around, showing she didn't tuck it into her jeans or anything. "Ugh! Liv!" Emma stormed off to her room to find a new pair of panties. But when she opened her drawer, she found that all of her undies were gone. "Olivia! You bitch!" she shouted, storming out of the room. "Where are they!" "Where are what?" Olivia giggled, enjoying how well her plan seemed to work. "My underwear, what did you do with them?!" Emma couldn't believe Olivia would stoop this low just to mess with her. "I don't know what you are talking about. I just cleaned up like you had asked." Olivia glanced back at the laundry room, where the washer machine was running. "You didn't..." Emma stormed off into the laundry room, searching through the basket of clothes, and pile of dirty laundry, looking for any pair of underwear. Anything would be better than wearing a diaper or going commando. She knelt down to look in the dryer, praying that there would be at least one pair of clean of underwear. But was instead greeted by the uncomfortable cold squishing of the soaking diaper against her. To make matters worse, there was none in the dryer. Reluctantly, she side stepped over to the washer, where it was clear to see, every pair of underwear she owned, swirling around getting cleaned. Even her thongs, and sexy panties she kept for special occasions, all, swirling around now mocking her. "Oh... I'm sorry, did the baby need a change?" Olivia mocked. "This isn't funny Liv." Emma stood up annoyed. "Oh relax. I'm just having a little fun. I was hoping to at least get paid for babysitting, but this works for me too." Olivia smiled giggling, as she looked at Emma.