Dr_J

I honestly have no desire to be wearing 24/7. Sure, my girlfriend and I have talked about maybe having like a day/weekend where I'm wearing constantly, but every day of every week? That's not for me. I'll admit that I would get bored or overexposed to the lifestyle. I've discovered that having a decent balance is extremely healthy for me. And to @Elfy's point, the cost would be insane.

No need to apologize! I should be the one apologizing, as it takes me a bit of extra time to formulate Jacob's stories before diving into the next chapter. I'm glad you're enjoying this, though! This is unlike anything I've even attempted to write before.

This is really good, @mamabug! :) I'm looking forward to seeing how the rest of this story develops! <3

Hey everyone who recently commented! Thank you! Sorry I didn't see your comments sooner! @mamabug told me she saw some recent posts on this story! Haha. But I really do appreciate your kind words, and am glad you liked this one so much!

Thank you! I wanted to try something completely different from what I'm accustomed to writing! Glad you're hooked!!

Thank you, everyone! I'm glad you're still enjoying this one! While writing some of the stories within this story is difficult, I'm having a lot of fun writing it!

I again appreciate your patience, everyone. I finally completed Chapter 6, and I will do my best to avoid having such a huge gap between this chapter and the next. Enjoy! Chapter 6 The sound of what appeared to be a television news show could be heard, although Jacob couldn't seem to make any of it out. Oddly enough, it felt like he had been sleeping for some time, just as when he'd appeared in the pirate ship. Where did Megan send him now? He struggled to open his eyes at first, but soon managed to do so. He appeared to be in a pretty nice-sized living room, though not his own. The coffee table was made of solid oak, and the couch Jacob found himself on was a deep black, made of some extremely comfortable leather. The love seat and large recliner also matched the couch. As the news reporter on the TV continued, Jacob admired the decorative wall art and variety of plants placed along the walls and corners. Standing up and stretching, something caught Jacob's eye on the coffee table: a note. It read, Hey babe, I'm at work, if you catch my drift. If I'm home at a decent time, I'm hoping we can talk and have some dinner and all that fun stuff a boyfriend and girlfriend do together. See you soon, I hope! Xoxoxo -Rena Rena? The name sounded familiar, even though Jacob's thoughts were still a bit cloudy from trying to get a better sense of where he was. And boyfriend and girlfriend? He didn't have a- “This just in,” the news reporter on the television spoke, interrupting Jacob's train of thought, “we're receiving reports from our street team that there's a robbery in progress taking place at King's Jewelry, by none other than the Colossal Quack.” O-oh... Jacob thought to himself, beginning to realize where he was. “It looks like one of our reporters is on the scene! Let's cut to Jane.” The TV then cut to a petite, blonde reporter, with the camera shaking and coming in and out of focus. “Thanks, Tom,” Jane said, “we're live near King's Jewelry, where the infamous Colossal Quack and his henchmen appear to be stealing some of the city's most coveted jewels! Law enforcement has tried to stop the heist, but they appear to be outmatched.” Colossal Quack? What a stupid name... Jacob rolled his eyes and chuckled. A very loud, booming, “Quack!” could be heard on the TV, and soon the news camera shifted its focus to the entrance of the jewelry store. It wasn't long before a booming, 7-foot tall, burly man wearing what was no doubt a duck costume, emerged from inside the store. The costume looked like a fuzzy yellow duckling, but it still outlined the villain's well-toned body. Even stranger was the fact that the man also wore a pair of jeans and tough-looking boots. “Ha! When will you fools understand that there is no safe, no prison, no jewelry store that I cannot break into and rob! No matter how many times you try, the Quack will always find a way! QUACK!” the large man bellowed. “What the hell...?” Jacob laughed, “this is awful!” “Not a single one of you can stop me! Do you hear me?! Not! A! Single! One!” Suddenly, a loud boom was heard on the TV, and the news camera again shifted its focus towards the sky, where a bright glimmer could be seen descending towards the jewelry store at astounding speed. The glimmering stopped, revealing a rather muscular and beautiful woman, donning a metallic blue suit of some seriously expensive-looking materials and a matching helmet with a neon blue visor. Her hair was a bright blonde color and while she wasn't as tall as the Colossal Quack, Jacob figured she had to be at least 5'11”. “It's Regal City's newfound heroine, the Duchess of Justice,” the news reporter exclaimed, “we'll try to get a little closer to see how this story unfolds!” And unfold, it did. “Colossal Quack! When will you learn your lesson! You have such amazing strength and still choose to use it for the forces of evil!” the Duchess scolded her enemy. “Well, if it isn't the Duchess of Juice! Come to ruffle my feathers, have you?” the Colossal Quack replied. “It's Justice, you moron.” “W-what?” “It's Duchess of Justice, not Juice. Guess your strength lies in your brawn and not your brains, huh?” “How dare you correct me in front of my Quacklings! After her, boys!” the Colossal Quack pointed his finger (or rather, the tip of his wing) towards the Duchess. Within moments, the henchmen quacked and charged after the heroine, some holding guns, and some holding strange looking staffs that seemed to generate random sparks of green energy. Still, they were no match for the Duchess of Justice, as she dodged, flipped, parried, and used jet-boosted punches to dispose of her assailants. Meanwhile, the Colossal Quack looked on in disbelief, folding his arms and letting out a deep, angry sigh. “Of course you defeated my Quacklings in one fell swoop! I bet it was all because of that stupid suit, too!” “That's where you're wrong, fiend! The suit has some enhancements to protect me, but most of my super powers are natural! I don't need this to defeat you! And you're calling my suit stupid? A giant yellow duck with jeans and boots? Real original!” the Duchess sneered. “I've had just about enough of your insolence, woman! Get out of my way!” “You know that's not gonna happen! The only way out of here is first through me, then in the back of a police car, and then...through the city's judicial system.” “I said enough!” The Colossal Quack growled, charging straight for the Duchess at an abnormal speed. The Duchess of Justice stood her ground, even as the Quack lowered his shoulder, preparing to shoulder-charge her. When the Quack made contact, the Duchess didn't flinch, her armor absorbing the entirety of the attack. With a loud groan, the Quack backed up, shaking his head and stamping his feet. He charged at the Duchess once more, this time with his wings pointed towards her. When they made contact, the Quack grabbed onto the heroine, lifting her up above his head, and tossing her into a building as if she weighed nothing. The Duchess grunted, struggling only for a second to get back on her feet and reorient herself. She placed her fists in front of her, getting into a defensive stance. The Quack chuckled at this, raising his wings in a similar fashion, but maintaining his distance. Soon after, he screamed as loud as he could, charging once more towards the Duchess of Justice, who in turn did the same, screaming and rushing her adversary. Their screams continued, and just as they were about to connect, the Duchess swiftly moved to a sliding attack, her foot coming into contact with the Quack's leg. With a loud quack, he fell, his leg clearly broken. However, the Duchess took no pity on the villain, landing three vicious punches to his chest and head, knocking him out cold. “In the name of Justice!” the Duchess yelled, before rolling the enemy over onto his stomach, quickly securing his wings behind his back with what appeared to be futuristic handcuffs. Jacob, all the while, watched the TV, his mouth agape with a half-smile, conflicted with feelings of fear of ever getting in this heroine's way and disbelief at how utterly stupid the villain was. The Duchess of Justice looked into the news camera, nodded, and with her jet-boosters, flew off, letting the police finish the work, as the camera focused back on the news reporter. “Ohh, God...” Jacob paced the room, “...oh boy. I think I know where I am now. What do I do?! What do I say?!” “How about, 'Nice job, Rena!' or 'Great job, love!'” The Duchess of Justice's voice asked from a different room, startling Jacob. “Gwah!” he jumped, making the Duchess giggle. When Jacob turned around, he was greeted by none other than the Duchess of Justice, still donning her armor. “Oh, babe,” she giggled, “you scare so easily! Come here and kiss me!” Jacob stared blankly at the fully-armored woman before him, wondering how to kiss her with her visor still intact. “U-um, well, um,” Jacob stammered, “I, um-” “Oh! Silly me,” the Duchess giggled once again, “might help if I get out of this armor, huh? Gimme a sec..power down!” Suddenly, the entire suit of armor, visor included, glowed a neon blue, before swirling and vanishing, right into a small and strikingly familiar pendant around the Duchess' neck. And sure enough, the Duchess proved to be none other than Megan, only this time with blonde hair a much more well-defined body; she was playing the role of the protagonist's girlfriend, Rena, aka The Duchess of Justice! Beneath her armor was the average attire for a woman. “Much better! Now, about that kiss...” “Oh, yes, of course!” Jacob stammered nervously, leaning in and giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. “I saw you on the television. You kicked that guy's ass!” “Whoa, whoa, whoa. That's your kiss? Come on!” Rena giggled. “S-sorry. I just, I'm feeling a little off today.” Jacob said, avoiding the truth. “Aww, I'm sorry. It doesn't have anything to do with us, does it?” “What? No way. You make me so happy!” Jacob played along. “And you make me happy, too! I honestly never thought it'd be possible to get into a relationship with anyone before, but you've been so patient, and you're so timid, and well-reserved, and...I'm just glad we've had the chance to talk to each other about everything, you know?” Rena continued, moving to the couch and gently pulling Jacob until he sat next to her. As strange as it initially felt, a calming sensation swept over Jacob, overcoming his uneasiness about not really having kissed a woman for some time. He figured it was perhaps because he had slipped into the protagonist role, and part of that role was enjoying the relationship with Rena. “I totally understand. And I'm sure it seems like we've talked about this a thousand times already, but your secret is safe with me.” Jacob replied. “I know. I never had any doubts about that. And yours is safe with me, too.” Rena winked. “Is...is that what's got you feeling off today?” “Is what what's got me feeling off today?” Jacob asked. “Ohh Ryan, you know,” Rena smacked his arm, “the...thing. The thing you got all sweaty and nervous about telling me!” Wait a second! Jacob thought. In the story I've written so far, this hasn't even happened yet! “Maybe a little,” Jacob lied, “I mean, I've never really told anyone before you.” “Sweetie, I know,” Rena pulled Jacob into a hug, “and I truly appreciate your honesty. And you know that I would never say anything to anyone about that, or ridicule you for it. In fact, I really want to show you I'm one hundred percent okay with it and am willing to dive into it with you. After all, it's only fair, considering how patient and understanding you've been with my seemingly ridiculous work schedule.” “O-oh?” Jacob blushed. “What did you have in mind?” He knew the answer, but part of him still wanted to hear her say it. And even though he knew it was Megan portraying Rena, Jacob didn't care. He had never experienced being accepted as a DL (and very part-time AB) before. “I think you know exactly what I have in mind,” Rena smirked, “and with The Colossal Quack out of the way for a while, I think we may have some extra time tonight to really check it out.” “Check what out?” Jacob's eyes pleaded with Rena, his heart begging to hear the words. “Your alter-ego, silly boy.” Rena gently booped Jacob on the nose. “I'm gonna show you I care about you the best way that I can. Now, come on.” Rena stood up from the couch, stopped for a moment, pulling Jacob up into a standing position before giving him a long, passionate kiss on the lips. Jacob returned the kiss, feeling so warm and natural, and all the feelings he'd been missing out on for so long. When the two parted lips, Jacob sighed happily. “Hmmm that was nice,” Rena said, “now, time to do this.” Being a superheroine, Rena easily lifted Jacob, first by his armpits, then maneuvered her arms so she carried him on her hip, making Jacob yelp in surprise. Rena shushed him, walking with him into the bedroom and plopping him down on his back. “Stay here, okay? I need to show you something.” Rena instructed. “S-sure thing, Rena.” “Uh-uh...tonight, it's Mommy. And you'll be my little bitty baby Ry-Ry...” “Mommy?” Jacob blushed hard, not used to being thrown into to situations so abruptly. “Oh, yes,” Rena cooed, giggling as she rummaged through the bedroom closet, slinging what was no doubt a large, blue diaper bag around her shoulder, “now Mommy knows how shy you are about this, but to show you I'm ready to explore this with you, I may have stocked baby's diaper bag a bit more.” “W-wait, you're sure about this?!” Jacob cried. When Jacob started this story out, he had only reached a point in the dialogue where Ryan told The Duchess about the basics of the ABDL lifestyle. He hadn't yet reached a point where they'd discussed just how far into it they would explore it together. “Of course! You've seen the secretive part of me. Now, I want to see the secretive part of you! The 'sometimes purely sexual diaper lover and sometimes wanting to feel completely helpless before getting turned on bit but itty bitty Ry-Ry!'” Jacob didn't attempt to get up from the bed, especially as Rena came back over to him, dropping the large diaper bag onto the bed beside him. “W-well, we really don't have to explore everything right now, Rena-I mean, mommy.” “You're right. We don't have to...but I want to. You promised me, Ryan. You clearly told me that the next time we hung out and had some extra time together, that we would do this. You even went so far as to say that even if you resisted that we'd do this. Besides, I've fought slimy, disgusting, vile aliens, villains...all sorts of scum of the planet and beyond. Do you think a few icky diapers on someone your size is going to deter me from exploring this with you?” “I, I mean, no, I guess not.” Jacob squeaked. “Okay, then! Quit being such a fussy butt! Now, ready or not, it's diaper time for the baby!” In one swift motion, Rena undid Jacob's belt and yanked his pants and boxers down. Even though Jacob knew Megan was playing the role of Rena, it still felt embarrassing to him to be naked in front of her. Rena simply smiled, pulling out a very thick, baby blue diaper and some baby powder. “Hmm...” Rena thought aloud, opening the diaper and feeling the texture before looking back at Jacob. “W-what?” “No, it's just...this is what you've had to hide for so long from everyone. This is what you've been rejected over in the past, and that makes me sad. But, it also makes me find it so interesting that despite our secrets being quite different from each other, we've still had to protect them from other people for so long. And I'm really glad that I can be the first to see you this way. S-sorry, Mommy was just having a moment.” Jacob smiled as he heard Rena talk this way, relieved that he had someone to relate to. How had he not been able to write out this whole story plot before? Even more so, the story again felt real. The emotions Jacob felt, the sincerity in Megan/Rena's voice. He wondered how much of it was actually dialogue for the story, and how much of it was genuine. “It's okay, mommy.” Jacob replied shyly. Rena's smile grabbed Jacob's legs and lifted them, making his bottom raise up so she could slide the thick diaper beneath him. There was no teasing like with Leona, and Jacob actually felt quite at ease, even if he was a little nervous and shy. Rena took her time twisting open the baby powder cap and sprinkling it all over Jacob's bottom and diaper, before lowering him and sprinkling even more on his legs and groin. The smell of the powder filled the air, and it gently tickled Jacob as it sprinkled onto his skin, making him wiggle. “Hmmm, is someone still being a fussy butt? Hmm? Or is someone excited to be diapered up all nice and snug by his Mommy Rena?” “The powder tickles...” Jacob said, turning deep red from how sweetly he was being talked to. “Is that so?” Rena giggled, “Well, we're not done yet, baby.” Rena set the baby powder bottle down, then started rubbing the powder on Jacob into his skin, even gently tracing her fingernails along his legs, making him bite his lip. She did the same for Jacob's bottom, too, rubbing it in all nice and smooth, “for when the big little baby Ry-Ry has an uh-oh in his diaper later,” according to Rena. Grabbing a cloth from the diaper bag, Rena wiped the excess powder from her hands, then got to work on slowly lifting the front of the diaper up, her head lowered so she was eye level with Jacob's body. With a big smirk, Rena then held the diaper in place, working on taping up the left side, follow by the right. Once finished, she clasped her hands together, letting out a long, “awwwww” before bending down and picking Jacob up once more, this time holding him out in front of her by his armpits, his legs and diapered bottom dangling in the air. “You're so stinkin' cute! Well, more cute than stinkin', but still!” Rena joked, making all sorts of cutesy faces and cooing sounds. Jacob, consumed by embarrassment and cuteness, couldn't help but laugh shyly and let out a very quiet, “Stop it.” This didn't help the situation any, for Rena commented on just how adorable the thickly diapered man looked, and how she couldn't wait to “give him the full experience.” This went on for three agonizingly cute minutes, until Rena finally brought Jacob close to her, placing her hands on his back and diapered butt and telling him to put his head on her shoulder. Under normal circumstances, it would appear odd for a full-sized adult male to be carried by an equally full-sized adult female, but Rena's super strength made the act appear like it was an everyday thing. If that didn't make Jacob feel cute and small and embarrassed enough, Rena then took a pacifier from the diaper bag, gently placing it into his mouth, giving him a kiss right on it before cooing over him some more, opting to pat Jacob's diapered bottom and rub it nicely. This made Jacob wiggle in pleasure, as this particular diaper felt extremely soft and comforting on his skin. Rena had to have noticed this, for she only continued her actions more, giggling as the rubbing and patting continued. Jacob hoped the diaper would hide his excitement. “Goodness, Ryan,” Rena smiled, “I've seen you get turned on before, but not like this!” It didn't. Rena moved to the bed, sitting down and putting Jacob in her lap, before gently placing her hand on Jacob's now tented diaper. “Is someone excited about his diapers? Hmm?” Rena asked with a big grin. Jacob could only nod. Why was this turning him on so easily? It had to be a characteristic of the protagonist! Jacob rarely got this excited in such a short amount of time in real life! “Good! But let's try to hold off on all the excitement for now, hmm? I know you told me how much you love your diapers, but there are still some things I want to do with you before we get to that, okay?” “T-things?” Jacob asked from behind his pacifier. “Hehe, yes, things,” Rena cooed, “seeing as you told me you lose interest after climaxing, Mommy Rena wants to make sure she still gets to experience all of little Ry-Ry first! Feedings, burpings, diaper changes...you know, all of the little stuff!” “O-oh!” Rena then suddenly leaned in closer to whisper in Jacob's ear. “Are you doing okay, Jacob? This is Megan talking, now, by the way.” she asked, breaking character and quietly plucking the pacifier from Jacob's mouth. “Yeah, I think so. It's a little hard to grasp, though, like how real all of this feels.” “I don't know. It seems pretty easy to grasp to me.” Megan giggled, patting Jacob's manhood, which was still pressed against his diaper. “H-hey!” “C'mon, it was a joke! But joking aside, remember that these characters are what you had in mind when you started writing this story. So while a lot of this is new to you, subconsciously speaking, this was how you envisioned them.” “Yeah...” “And I must say, there is a lot of heart and soul that you've poured into this one!” “I know...” “What's wrong?” “Nothing, it's just...oh, never mind.” Jacob shrugged. “Hey, we're friends, aren't we? I haven't known you for that long, but the connection we have makes it apparent to me that something's on your mind.” “This scenario just makes me remember what I've been yearning for, is all. It's almost too real, if that makes sense. Not the whole super girlfriend or cheesy one-liners, but the interaction between Ryan and Rena.” “Oh, well I thought that's what you wanted since it would help your stories out a bit. Shall I tone down the dialogue a bit?” “What? No. However, I've been searching my entire life for something like this, you know? Longing for someone to explore this with me and not just write about it in books and short stories.” “Jacob, you're a solid writer, without a doubt. And honestly, in the little time that I've come to know you, you're an overall good seed. I see that your heart aches for something more, and I saw it when we first connected. That's one of the reasons I'm doing this for you. You know that writing has been therapeutic and medicinal, and as I mentioned before, I wouldn't have done this for you if I didn't like you or if I thought you were your average guy.” Did that mean that Megan liked Jacob, or just liked him? No way would a woman who just liked a guy would simply dive into various diaper-related stories and scenarios with him, right? “Now, let's try to put this conversation on hold for a bit, hmm? I have a feeling you won't be disappointed.” “But I still have que-” Jacob protested, before the pacifier was popped back into his mouth. “-I know, Jacob. But we mustn't stay in these story worlds for too long. Otherwise we might lose sight of what's real and what isn't. Now, back to Mommy Rena and little Ry-Ry!” With that, Megan jumped right back into the role of Rena, as if the scene had just been paused. She continued cooing Jacob, but it wasn't long before she plucked a baby bottle and a couple of other items that Jacob couldn't quite make out from the diaper bag, before heading into the kitchen with Jacob. “Now, I bet someone's a bit hungry, huh? I know Mommy is! Let's get you all fed, and if you're good and eat it all, then I'll give you something special.” It wasn't long before the baby bottle was filled with some kind of juice, and a plate of leftover mashed potatoes, meat loaf, and mixed veggies was reheated. There was no high chair present, thankfully, but that didn't stop Rena from placing Jacob on her lap at the table. Sure enough, Rena fed him, but not before securing a large bib with a cartoon turtle on it around Jacob's neck. It wasn't just a simple feeding, either. Oh, no; it was the whole nine yards, including airplanes, trains, cutesy sounds, and many “accidental” misses to Jacob's mouth, requiring Rena to clean off his face with said babyish bib. Still, Jacob ate it all, as it was pretty delicious, and he'd never quite been pampered that way before. Next came the bottle feeding. For that, Rena settled herself on the couch, cradling Jacob in her arms in a very similar way that Jacob was fed while being Leona's prisoner in the last story. The main differences this time around were that Rena would stop feeding Jacob each time he had a quarter of the bottle finished so she could burp him. The burping this time was just as one would burp a real baby; slung over Rena's shoulder, on a baby green burp rag. Jacob had never felt so small and helpless in his life...and yet, he found himself oddly okay with it. The bottle was empty in no time, and Jacob's stomach was clear of any and all bubbles for the time being. “Good job, little baby! Mommy's so proud of you! You're doing so good being yourself in front of me! I'm sure it's making you pretty shy, but it's okay! We've got just a little more to explore!” With that, Rena set the baby bottle down, and then laid Jacob on the couch beside her. She then smiled as she started removing her shirt and bra, making Jacob look away. “Such a gentleman, giving Mommy her privacy,” Rena giggled and sang, “but this is the treat you get! You can look! Actually, you can do more than look. I clearly remember someone telling me they wanted to try breastfeeding!” Was she for real? Jacob's manhood perked right back up, quickly engaging in an internal battle about whether it was morally correct of him to give into something he'd always wanted been curious but never one hundred percent sure about. He hesitated, but Rena paid no mind, revealing her ample, bare breasts, just waiting to be suckled. It didn't take long before Rena cradled Jacob once more, guiding the diapered man's head to her left nipple, softly cooing to him, “Go on, wittle baby...suckle for Mommy! You can do it! It's just like a baby bottle, except there's nothing in it!” Jacob tried to turn his mouth away, but it was too late; Rena's nipple entered Jacob's mouth, and he submitted, awkwardly suckling at first, but soon finding himself a good and enjoyable rhythm. All the while, Rena simply cooed over him, stroking his hair and running her other hand along the front of Jacob's diaper once more. To say it was both a tender and intimate moment would've been an understatement. No, this was something far beyond that, in more ways than one. For as Jacob found himself lost in the moment, the food and drink he'd had for dinner seemed to catch up to him rather quickly. Far more quickly than in real life, it seemed. He hoped he could hide the fact from Rena. Then his stomach gurgled. “Ohhh, goodness,” Rena giggled, “I think someone's tummy is trying to talk to Mommy! What's it saying, hmm?” Jacob tried to sit up, but Rena simply shushed him and held him in place. “No, no, baby boy. No need to get up. You keep on suckling from Mommy and just let it happen. Like I told you; we're exploring all of this.” Jacob shook his head and mumbled from behind Rena's breast, wiggling softly. This made Rena giggle more, before her hand got to work on first tickling Jacob's stomach. He giggled in response, trying to cross his legs and hold his bladder. However, the story world had other plans, for in almost no time, Jacob felt his bladder release, wetting his thick, baby blue diaper with Rena's palm pressed right against it. The warmth covered Jacob's penis, balls, and eventually made its way to the bottom of his diaper, Rena giggling and smiling even more. “That's it, baby. Awwww, don't worry. Mommy's here. You're doing so good, making a super wet diaper for me!” Rena cooed, keeping her hand on Jacob's diaper as he finished wetting it. Still, Jacob's stomach gurgled once more. Oh, no...not that. Jacob pleaded with himself, as Rena grinned. “Now that baby's done wetting his diaper...Mommy wants you to mess it. Can you do that for Mommy? Can you mess your diaper like a good baby while Mommy holds you, just like we talked about?” As Rena asked this, her hand gently rubbed and groped Jacob's manhood through his diaper, making him moan as he got hard once more. He tried to shake his head and say no from behind Rena's breast, but she didn't listen. Instead, she placed a pacifier back into his mouth, then put him into a burping position with his head on her shoulder. Jacob mumbled more and tried to break free, but he was no match for his superheroine mommy's strength. “It's okay, baby. Mommy knows you're so shy, yes she does. Mommy's gonna pat your diapered bottom until baby's alllll done making his uh-ohs in his diaper.” Rena held Jacob in place, as her other hand did exactly as she described, patting Jacob's diapered butt in varying speeds and firmness. As she did this, Jacob felt himself pass gas, blushing very hard and trying to process how he ended up over such a beautiful, strong woman's shoulder, in a very wet (and soon to be messy) diaper. “Go ahead, baby boy. Mess your diaper for mommy.” Rena cooed, soon patting Jacob's diaper after each word she spoke. “Make.” Pat. “A.” Pat. “Great.” Pat. “Uh-oh.” Pat. “In.” Pat. “Your.” Pat. “Diaper!” Pat, pat. The patting sound of the diaper filled the room, as did Jacob's labored grunts and attempts to hold it in. Of course, this was mistaken for him being fussy, making Rena simply coo and pat him even more. Finally, he did the unthinkable; with a final grunt and a defeated sigh, Jacob felt the back of his diaper soon fill up, expanding slightly. Rena went from patting his diaper to instead keeping her hand on it, giving it very soft rubs as it expanded more. “Awwwww, baby's making his messy uh-oh for Mommy! Let it alllll out, little Ry-Ry! Such a good baby, making a super full diaper for me! Mommy's gonna have to give someone a super diaper change soon, won't she? Won't she?” Jacob was a tomato, his cheeks redder than he even though possible. And yet, he was still turned on despite that fact. Even after he was done messing his diaper, he could feel his member throbbing against his now warm and mushy diaper. Rena held Jacob out by his armpits once more, first giving him little kisses to his face and chest, and then moving her nose towards his full diaper, giving a few exaggerated sniffs. “Ohhh, my! Someone's a stinky boy,” Rena cooed, turning Jacob around and looking at the back of his diaper before making him face her once more, “filled your diaper right up, huh? Well, Mommy's gotta change your diaper then, huh? But, uh oh! What's this?” Rena looked directly towards Jacob's member, its outline formed in the diaper. She then brushed her nose slightly against it, making Jacob moan from behind his pacifier. With a smile, Rena very gently cradled Jacob once more, making his messy diaper press up against his backside ever softly. She then took gentle hold of Jacob's diapered front, slowly moving her hand along the outside of it in a back and forth motion, making Jacob move his hips softly against Rena's hand. “Hmmm,” Rena giggled, “just as I thought. Someone is very excited! We can't change your diaper with that in the way, now can we? I think your diaper can hold one more mess, huh? Give mommy a super full diaper to change.” Jacob suckled his pacifier harder as Rena spoke, her words turning him on nearly as much as her rubbing of his diaper. His diaper rustled, crinkled, and squished with each movement of either his hips or Rena's hand, both speeding up a little bit more. “Don't say anything, baby. You've already wet and messed your diaper for Mommy Rena. Now it's time to make a special mess for me. Just enjoy yourself. Don't fight what you've been wanting to do all this time, baby Ry-Ry. Just let all of those feelings in there right into your big, thick, wet, messy, diaper!” With the last five words of Rena's sentence, she patted Jacob's balls, making sure to hold her hand right up against them and his member when she finished. This made Jacob gasp in ecstasy as his juices spewed into his diaper in what he could only describe as the most earth-shattering orgasm he'd ever had. Better than any prior sexual encounter, story, art/comic, caption he'd experienced. This was insanely satisfying, especially with Rena holding him so close and only praising him more for what he'd just done. No sudden guilt, no words of disgust...just pure, uninterrupted bliss. “Gooood boy,” Rena sang, giggling softly, “you did it! You showed part of your true self to me! I'm so proud of you!” She kissed Jacob's forehead first, then Jacob returned the favor with a passionate kiss on Rena's lips. The kiss was given its all from both parties, with Jacob figuring it was merely part of the plot line. They continued kissing in this manner, running their fingers through each others' hair, paying no mind to the very full diaper between Jacob's legs. “Jacob...” Rena whispered, catching Jacob off guard. He backed away from the kiss, looking Rena in the eyes. However, it was no longer Rena he was staring at; it was Megan, back in her normal form. “Shit, I'm sorry! I broke character.” Megan shook her head, clearly flustered. “That wasn't supposed to happen! Let's move on, hmm?” Jacob was about to tell her it was okay, but Megan soon snapped her fingers, and the scene grew dark, with Megan fading, followed by the apartment they were both in, and eventually, Jacob. “Megan , wait!” Jacob called out, before being sucked into the darkness once more.

Quick update, guys and gals! I'm still working on this story, I promise. I'll admit there have been times more recently when it is tough to write. However, I don't want to rush and leave you with any sub-par chapters, so please be patient with me. I'm dedicating some time this week to really busting this one out, and I have a feeling you'll really enjoy it! More to come soon!

Thank you! Yeah, it's definitely my first time trying something like this, and I'm enjoying both writing it and the challenge of coming up with new "worlds." :)

Hey there! Sorry for the long delay, but I did have some pretty bad writer's block. However, Chapter 5 is now done! Enjoy! :) Chapter 5 Jacob did his best to keep still as Megan set the baby wipes and powder beside him. Megan then opened the thick diaper slowly in her hand, making sure Jacob could see just how thick it truly was. The diaper had to be at least two inches thick! It was rare for anyone to have diapers of such magnitude, unless they were filthy rich! “Bet you thought most pirates died when they encountered a siren, huh?” Megan giggled, “while that's usually true, I, the great Leona, find this much more entertaining. And just look how thick this is! You won't be going anywhere, little man.” “Mpgh!” Jacob wiggled softly, pleading with his eyes. Aside from reading and seeing things online, Jacob had never experienced being diapered by anyone before. How was it that he'd gone from getting sucked into his unfinished story to lying on a changing mat, ready to be put into a diaper by a beautiful woman? He hadn't written any of this down anywhere! With little effort, Megan lifted Jacob's legs, sliding the fresh diaper beneath him. It felt so much more comfortable and thicker than anything he'd ever felt before! “Hmm, still a little fussy, huh?” Megan cooed, “Why so fussy, baby? Tell Ms. Leona what's wrong.” Megan gently plucked the pacifier from Jacob's mouth, giving him some time to speak. “I've never done this before!” Jacob confessed with a whimper. “Ohh, silly boy,” Megan tsked, popping the pacifier back into Jacob's mouth, “I'm sure you have, a very long time ago, just like with the others who came in search of my treasure. Now, let's get you all powdered up and I guarantee you that you'll feel so much better! Oh, yes you will!” Megan smiled sweetly down at Jacob, taking hold of the bottle of powder and twisting the cap slowly, giving the bottle a squeeze to let a poof of powder come out. She then lifted Jacob's legs once more, dusting his bottom generously before working on his front. With her gentle hands, she rubbed the powder in, practically massaging it into Jacob's skin, making him let out a sigh of deep relief. It did feel really good, as embarrassing as it was! Next, Megan sprinkled just a bit more powder into the diaper itself, singing softly as she finished, taping the diaper up all nice and snug. “There we gooooo,” Megan cooed, unstrapping Jacob and, with a snap of her fingers, making the changing table disappear, “don't worry about falling. The diaper will break your fall!” Jacob didn't fall down, per se, but he did float a bit in a sitting position, before feeling himself get plopped down on the floor with a thud. The diaper between his legs was indeed quite thick, to a point where he could barely close his legs. He knew if he tried to stand, that he'd most likely waddle or even fall back over. Megan knelt down beside Jacob, pinching his cheeks, which burned a bright red color. This wasn't how Jacob had ever expected to experience the ABDL scene in his life! “Now that we've got you all comfy and cute, why don't we have a little drink and talk about what's going on, hmm? Does that sound good?” “Yes, please.” Jacob mumbled from behind his paci. “That's 'Yes, Ms. Leona,' to you, little one.” Megan corrected him. “Y-yes, Ms. Leona.” Jacob replied with a blush. “Awww, good boy!” Megan then snapped her fingers, causing a rather large baby bottle to appear out of thin air, landing in her hand. She then made a large chair appear, and with little effort, hoisted Jacob up, sitting down and setting him in her lap. Before Jacob could react, Megan had the pacifier removed from his mouth, the baby bottle in its place. Jacob did his best not to suckle, but the bottle must have had some kind of magic to it, for when Megan gave it a few light squeezes, the nipple mimicked being suckled, forcing the sweet liquid into Jacob's mouth. “There we go, baby,” Megan beamed, “now that we're all comfy, I bet you're still a little confused. That's okay, though. If you read the Terms and Conditions, then you know the initial shock is natural.” A wave of guilt overcame Jacob, making it clearly obvious in his facial expression that he'd done something wrong. “You did read them, right? You know...the big thing I told you to read, which included how to navigate through all of this with me, and how to proceed to the next segment?” Megan gently removed the bottle from Jacob's mouth, giving him time to answer. “Well, um...I kind of...did? I more or less skimmed through them.” Jacob sheepishly admitted. “Ugh,” Megan rolled her eyes, “and here I thought you were different from the rest in that regard. Guess that means you forgot to read the part that says the only form of payment I accept for this kind of experience is your soul...” As Megan uttered those last three words, her voice bellowed and echoed, while the scene grew dark. Jacob grew frightened, but was surprised when the scene returned to normal shortly after Megan finished her sentence. “I'm kidding, of course, but shame on you for not reading! “I'm sorry,” Jacob replied, “I was just so eager to get somewhere with my writing.” “I understand that, but still. Now we're in this position where you're probably freaking out because you're only beginning to get an idea of what's going on, and you're sitting in a giant diaper being fed from a bottle by the antagonist of one of your short stories, played by yours truly.” “That's where I'm confused, though. How is this playing out when it hasn't been written? And where are we, exactly? This all feels so real! The rocking of the boat, the rushing waves, the...um, the diaper.” Jacob said with a blush. “Well of course it feels real, silly! One of the many benefits of being a Sand Witch! Now, to answer your questions, remember when I made myself appear in your mind? You know, when you got all scared and left the chat and got your diapers all in a bunch?” Megan asked, giving Jacob a slight bounce to make his diaper crinkle. Jacob nodded, embarrassed by the fact that Megan was still treating him somewhat babyishly despite their normal conversation. “Well, that's where we are. Think of it as somewhere in our subconscious. Not just yours, not just mine, but ours. The spell you listened to, combined with the fact that we share a connection, is what allows the spell to be so effective. Not only did I read your stories so I could take on the roles of characters, but because you've imagined and written what these worlds should look like, we're able to 'visit' these places. Time exists here, but it's merely a fraction of a second in the real world.” “Weird...this is like some kind of sci-fi movie or something.” “Um, no, poof-butt. It's magic. As for why the story is playing out when it hasn't been written? That's actually on you. The Terms and Conditions explained that the spell plays on both your subconscious and your desires, although it isn't perfect and can be a bit unpredictable at times. You may sometimes find yourself in a position that you're not accustomed to, but you being a writer, I'm sure you can keep an open mind.” “I'm not sure I like the sound of that.” Jacob scratched his head. “And yet you checked the “I Agree” box before reading the instructions. Did you at least read the little recap at the end?” “Well, yes, but-” “-then you know that if you really can't handle this or don't like it, you can just say the magic phrase three times. That, or as written, if I feel you're too overwhelmed or at risk of mental harm, I'll poof us back to reality.” “Y-yeah. Does that happen often?” Jacob gulped. “Can't say for certain, as I really haven't done too much of this kind of thing before. I usually enchant items or make little essences and all of that cliché stuff.” “That's really comforting.” Jacob said sarcastically. “Oh, hush,” Megan stuck her tongue out before popping the baby bottle back into Jacob's mouth, giving it a few more squeezes, “you're in good hands, I promise. I wouldn't have done this for you if I didn't like you or if I didn't want to keep you safe. Now, enjoy yourself, and drink up, baby Meechum!” Jacob tried to get the bottle out of his mouth, but Megan held it firmly in place, cooing softly and squeezing it every few moments, its contents emptying rather quickly. It wasn't long before Jacob finished the sweet, milk-like substance, his stomach quite full. “Ohh, someone was a thirsty boy, wasn't he?” Megan giggled, setting the baby bottle aside. Much to Jacob's embarrassment, Megan then snapped her fingers again, making a pastel blue burp cloth appear on her shoulder. “N-no, I don't need to be burped.” Jacob said with a huge blush. He didn't know why, but something about being slung over Megan's shoulder in just a diaper really made him feel little and helpless. Sure enough, Megan did just that, hoisting the diapered man up, with Megan's hands on Jacob's back and diapered butt. Jacob hoped it'd be a quick burping, but Megan must have sensed his eagerness, as she took her time, giving Jacob long, gentle pats to his back and diaper. With each diaper pat, the fragrance of baby powder could be smelled. “Ohh, this is just precious,” Megan said as she held Jacob close to her shoulder, “each and every diaper pat is making little poofs of baby powder come out of the waistband! Now, burp for Ms. Leona! Give me a great big burp or two!” Sucking in his stomach as an effort to stop the bubbles from moving around, Jacob's face turned red with each crinkly pat to his diaper, and felt the bubbles work their way up every time Megan's hand reached his back. Before long, Jacob let out a giant belch, his stomach much less full after the fact. “Good job, baby boy,” Megan praised, inspecting her shoulder and Jacob's mouth, “and all clean! Not a drop of milk on your face! Still, gotta make sure...” Megan sat Jacob back in her lap, then used the burp cloth to wipe his face, making his face scrunch up. Once finished, Megan pulled the diaper-clad author into her chest, giving him very soft diaper pats and little bounces, with her hands gently scratching his back. As embarrassed as he felt, Jacob couldn't deny that everything also felt oddly calming, and it did entice his imagination quite a bit. Perhaps it was Megan's soft skin, or the gentle but enticing fragrance about her, or her playful yet maternal disposition. Still, Jacob wondered how far things would go, especially since the stories hadn't been finished yet. After all, while he didn't intend on having all of his stories contain adult themes, there were some that he'd been thinking about implementing said themes into. Jacob's train of thought was broken by Megan saying, “That diaper won't stay dry for long! That's okay, though, my little swashbuckler. Ms. Leona is here to take care of any little oceans that happen in your diaper!” His eyes widened upon hearing that; no way would he give into something so embarrassing, especially in front of the beautiful Megan! Sure, he'd worn a diaper around someone of the opposite sex before, and had even been put into one by someone else before, but Jacob had never used a diaper in front of them. Did Megan expect Jacob to wet it with her around him? That would be awful! “Now that baby's nice and full, what should we do, hmm?” Megan hummed. “Wait! I know! Why don't we go on a little tour of my home?” Jacob felt too full to move, but his intuition told him that perhaps a tour would progress the story further, and would help him find a way out. He nodded, and before he knew it, Megan's hands glowed softly, and soon a sling formed around her body. Jacob found himself floating into said sling, which felt silky and cozy. Megan held the back of Jacob's head close to her shoulder, as her other hand remained on his thickly diapered bottom, giving it a few pats every now and then. The two began their tour shortly after. From the room they were in, Megan entered a large, well-lit hallway, adorned with various gold-framed paintings, lanterns, and glass displays filled with weapons, necklaces, rubies, and the like. The floor was made of reflective, jade marble tile. “This is where I store most all of my possessions,” Megan paused for a moment, “or rather, the possessions I've gathered from trespassers.” Jacob looked on in awe, taking mental notes of the colors, the quality, the detail of every last item, not only for his writing, but also in case Megan dropped any hints on how Jacob could make his escape. He could see Megan smirk as she approached a door on the left, opening it slowly. This time, the two were in what was no doubt, a very spacious kitchen, complete with fine silverware, dishes, and more pots and pans than were probably necessary. All of the items also came from trespassers, according to Megan. The house seemed never-ending, as the two went from room to room, with Megan giving a small history lesson on the origins of some of the items, as well as tales of other pirates. “They all come here in hopes of finding treasure, and yet they all end up the same. Always begging me to let them go, or trying to fight me and claim what is rightfully mine,” Megan spoke as she walked back into the hallway and up a set of stairs, “and then when they're in captivity, they always attempt escape in the most predictable of ways. Out the window, stealing one of my boats, swimming back into the ocean. And I either catch them and deal with them, or they perish when the sea rages once more and they drown.” “And where, if I may ask, Meg-er, Ms. Leona,” Jacob finally spoke up, opting to use manners instead of flailing and complaining, “where do those who do not perish end up when you're done with them?” “Sometimes I send them back the way they came unharmed, in hopes that maybe they'll think the next time they choose to explore new lands. Other times, if I feel they haven't quite learned their lesson, I may hand them off to other sirens of the sea. Some are more gentle than I...some are not.” There was a significant pause while Megan held Jacob a little closer, patting his diapered behind ever gently. She sighed deeply, a trace of sadness in her breath. “Strange...it doesn't seem to matter how many times I experience this, it doesn't get old; something about putting big, burly, 'tough' men of the sea in a helpless position like this. Yet, it breaks my heart a little more each and every time my captors leave.” “You can't bear children of your own?” Jacob asked. Megan shook her head, replying with, “I am forever bound to this island and all of its advantages and disadvantages. One of those advantages is that I never age here. One of those disadvantages is infertility.” “I'm sorry.” “How thoughtful of you, little Meechum.” Megan kissed Jacob's forehead, giving him a little squeeze. The squeeze gently teased Jacob's bladder, but he did his best not to let it show. Megan's motherly intuition took notice, however. Breaking from the deep conversation, she looked down at Jacob and smirked. “Uh-oh...is that bottle making its way through my little baby? Hmm?” Megan sang, giving Jacob a small bounce and tickle, making him wiggle furiously in her arms. “S-stop.” Jacob gasped with a giggle, feeling very ticklish and biting his lip to distract himself. “Not big into bounces, hmm? Fine...diaper pats it is, then!” Megan giggled. While she didn't let up on her tickling, she replaced the bouncing for firm yet playful pats on Jacob's diaper, making sure to press her hand a bit against his bladder area, as if to help him along. Jacob writhed and giggled more, trying his best not to give in. He knew what Megan was trying to do, and there was no way he was going to let it happen! Megan didn't let up, however, and she carried Jacob into what his instinct told him was the Siren's room. The window contained a view, overlooking the ocean, with pillars shaped like narwhal tusks. The floor was made of tile colored like sand, but had various styles of rugs on top. Then, there was the ridiculously large bed, in which Megan laid Jacob down on. It was easily the most comfortable bed he'd ever been on; it truly felt like he was sitting on a cloud (and not because of the diaper). When his hands and legs touched the feathery, silky sheets and blankets, Jacob let out a whispered, “Wow...” “Comfy, huh?” Megan giggled, to which Jacob nodded. Megan then clapped her hands and said, “Good,” before she made light tickling motions with her hands. Jacob shook his head, even trying to roll out of the way, for it wouldn't take much more for him to wet the diaper around his waist! And yet, Megan was too fast, her hands lightly scratching and tickling Jacob's arms, neck, legs, feet, and stomach. “N-no, please!” Jacob begged, before Megan responded by quickly producing a pacifier and popping it into Jacob's mouth. The tickling evolved into raspberries on Jacob's stomach, with his bladder begging for relief the more it went on. And still, Jacob resisted. Megan caught on rather quickly, though, soon gently cupping Jacob's diaper in the palm of her hand, giving it little squeezes and pats, right around his bladder once more. “Don't fight it,” Megan cooed, “I know you're trying so hard, my little pirate, but you will feel so much better if you just wet your diaper for Ms. Leona.” Jacob shook his head, biting the pacifier softly in one final attempt to keep the flood gates closed. Megan countered this by quickly sitting down, pulling Jacob into her lap, and giving him a big squeeze, her hand remaining on his diaper and repeating the same patting and cupping motions. Jacob's eyes went wide, and sure enough, he felt a steady stream of pee escape into his diaper. The diaper was thick enough that nothing could be heard, but the warming sensation was definitely there. Megan looked down at the extremely embarrassed Jacob, smiling as she kept her hand cupping his diaper, letting out a quiet, “Hmmm...” as it grew wet and warm in her hand. “Awwww, there we go! Let it all out into that diaper of yours.” Despite feeling completely humiliated, Jacob also felt an intense amount of relief in wetting his diaper, his bladder no longer aching. He let out a defeated sigh when he was finished, Megan still cooing and praising him, with her hand still resting on his now used diaper. Megan gave it a few squishy pats, making Jacob wiggle uncomfortably. “D'awww,” Megan sang, “does someone not like being in such a wet diaper? I guess Ms. Leona can give her little man a nice diaper change...but, I think we should first have a little quiet time. Maybe a little nap filled with lots of cuddles and whatnot.” Jacob really didn't want to remain in a wet diaper for that long, but his intuition again told him this was part of moving the story forward. If the two napped, that could be his chance to escape and get the hell out of his predicament. He played it off well, first by shaking his head, and mid-protest, letting out a yawn and stretch. This made Megan gush with joy, moving up towards the fluffy pillows on her bed, lying Jacob beside her on his back once more. Megan then used one hand to play with Jacob's hair, while the other caressed his arms and chest (and occasionally making its way to his diaper for more pats and squeezes, just for confirmation of what he did). Once again, as embarrassing as it seemed, something about it still made Jacob smile and feel relaxed. Is this part of what he'd missed out on while exploring the lifestyle? He told himself that now wasn't the time to be thinking about such things; he needed to plan his escape! First, however, he needed to at least try to make his captor think that he wasn't going anywhere. Sure, there was the chance that the Siren had been tricked before, but the more Jacob thought about it, the more he came to the realization: this was his world, his story. And in his world, all of the previous pirates were the burly, brawling types who would always resist. Meechum, however, was more cunning than that. As Megan continued displaying her affection, Jacob curled up with a smile, leaning his body against hers and nuzzling her neck softly. He just hoped she'd take the bait. Megan's response? The biggest, longest, “awww” Jacob had ever heard. Megan then wrapped her arms around Jacob, giving him a warm hug and squeeze, making him blush once again. “Aren't you just the cutest?” Megan cooed, her nails slightly tracing along Jacob's back, practically putting him into a trance. “I think someone's enjoying this more than they thought they would, huh? I wasn't so sure about you at first, but something tells me you're not like the other pirates. You're more...” Jacob waited to hear how he'd be defined. What would be the best adjective to use on Meechum's character? Bold? No...too cliché. Seaworthy? That had a nice ring to it, but it still didn't quite fit the bill. Much to Jacob's surprise, Megan finally came up with a description, “Innocent...almost fragile, in a way.” “Fragile?” Jacob asked, hoping he wouldn't be scolded for talking from behind the pacifier. “Yes,” Megan nodded, “you didn't attempt to draw your weapons on me, didn't struggle terribly much, and haven't put up much of a fight since you got here. I could get used to keeping you around for a while.” Jacob's eyes widened at first, but then, remembering to continue playing the ruse, he nodded his head slowly. “Ohhh, I could just eat you up,” Megan cooed with a smile, “we shall discuss this more after some quiet time and a nice diaper change.” Megan snapped her fingers once more, making a basket filled with even thicker diapers, wipes, baby powder, and a baby blanket, all of which plopped onto the floor. “So I don't forget when we wake up.” Megan shrugged with a wink. Jacob then felt Megan turning him onto his stomach, his wet, diapered bottom in full view. Megan's hand got to work once more, giving his diaper soft rubs and pats, making Jacob both blush and again, feel rather relaxed. I'll pretend to fall asleep, and if she falls asleep, I can find a way out of here! Jacob thought to himself. It wasn't long before Megan's hand slowly stopped patting Jacob's diaper, and the sound of light snoring filled the room. Jacob stayed as still as he could, only tilting his head slightly to see if the time was right. Sure enough, Megan was sound asleep. Jacob wondered how mobile he'd be with the thick, wet diaper between his legs, but what choice did he have? It was on tight enough that simply pulling it down wouldn't work, and if he ripped the tapes, it would surely wake up Megan. Hopefully it was wet enough that it wouldn't crinkle as much. If it did, he knew he'd have no choice but to crawl in an effort to drown out the sound. With a quiet but deep breath, Jacob inched his way to the edge of the bed, keeping an eye Megan. He then turned to his side, taking note of the diaper only rustling ever slightly, and not enough to disturb Megan's sleep, apparently. Jacob then dangled his feet over the bed, ever gently landing them on the floor without a sound. The diaper was still warm and wet, so it would probably make walking even more difficult than when it was dry. Nothing a little determination couldn't handle. He crept a little ways out of the bedroom, making sure not to lose his balance. If Jacob had only kept note of where the room he initially woke up in was, perhaps then he could've located his clothing! For the time being, escaping was much more important. Once in the hallway, Jacob kept his hand on the wall as he waddled, eventually making his way back to the chair where Megan had fed him. Looking out the large window, Jacob swore he could see something familiar out on the ocean, not too far from the shore; a boat! How had it survived the violent storm?! There didn't seem to be anyone on it, but it was at least his shot at escaping! I gotta get this diaper off... Jacob thought to himself as he crept around some more, in search of his belongings. Crinkly and quietly, he ventured into the labyrinth of rooms, poking his head into each one and quietly sighing when nothing was found. But his persistence paid off, for when Jacob heard what appeared to be fabric in the wind outside, he stepped out onto the patio, finding his clothing, all dry and hanging on a line. He quickly tore it down, and with a deep breath, praying that Megan wouldn't awaken, Jacob made quick work of untaping his diaper. Each tape was quite loud as it was ripped open, almost like the strongest of Velcro coming undone. Without any hesitation, he then hurriedly dressed himself back into his normal clothing, with the exception of his boots, for they would be too loud on the floor. “How do I get out to the shore...” Jacob whispered to himself, noticing some rather lush, thick vines hanging over the balcony and leading to a garden below. His jaw dropped when he swore he had heard a quiet, “Mmm, I hope my baby boy slept well,” from within the Siren's house. Swallowing his fear of heights, Jacob quickly put his boots on, before grabbing hold of the vines, trying his best to remain calm and quiet as he descended towards the garden. Oddly, this was done with much more grace than Jacob had thought; after all, he was by no means athletic in the real world, and was prone to rather clumsy accidents. Once his feet were close enough to the ground, Jacob let go of the vine, landing with a quiet thud. He bolted towards the end of the garden, where a wrought-iron gate awaited him. “Oh, baby boy? Where did you go?” Megan's voice called out. Jacob pulled the gate open, which created a loud, metallic grind as it scraped against the stone walkway beneath it. He hurriedly ran onto the beach, making his way towards the little boat. Clouds started swirling a bit, darkening the sky as Jacob heard Megan's voice echo a little louder. “Uh oh,” he heard Megan coo, “someone's been a naughty little escape artist! Ms. Leona always gets to change her new baby's first used diaper, and you are no exception!” Jacob ran even faster, staggering when he hit some of the loose sand. Still, he chose not to look back, thinking he might somehow be subject to some sort of hypnotic spell if he even looked at Megan. As he ran, he dipped down slightly, grabbing a fistful of sand, just in case he needed to make a last-ditch effort to escape. It began to thunder and lightning, and slowly, the waves on the ocean grew. And still, Jacob persisted. Suddenly, as he ran, Jacob's route was blocked by Megan appearing in a cloud of smoke, the very wet diaper in her one hand, her other on her hip. “How dare you attempt to leave without my permission? And here you seemed so eager to be under my care just hours ago!” “Get back, Siren,” Jacob warned, “I will leave of my own volition, never to return, if you leave me untouched.” Where did he learn to speak that way? That was by no means his normal means of talking to anybody! “Ha,” Megan chuckled, “Ms. Leona makes the rules here...and besides, you didn't even let me change your first used diaper. Soon, however, you won't need to worry about that, for there will be many used diapers in your future.” Megan's eyes glowed a bright blue, her free hand raised and her voice chanting something in a loud whisper. Jacob swore he could almost see the words she spoke, wafting through the air as they made their way towards his ears. Jacob side-stepped out of the way, bolting towards his captor and throwing his fistful of sand directly into her face. The sand got into Megan's eyes, mouth, and nose, causing her to gag and cough while rubbing her eyes. With Megan distracted, Jacob gently pushed her to the ground, making her fall face first into the sand. “S-sorry, Megan!” Jacob cried as he ran even faster, making it to the shore and diving into the ocean, swimming as fast as he could towards the boat. “My name,” he heard Megan say between coughs, “is Ms. Leona!” Somehow, Jacob managed to get to the boat with no issue, quickly pulling the small anchor up before using the two oars to start rowing further out to sea. Megan now stood at the shore, flailing and yelling. Had Jacob been too harsh on her? He'd have to apologize to her more sincerely later. “Nobody escapes until I say so!” Megan's voice boomed across the water, making Jacob gasp and row even harder. There was a light glow from Megan's vicinity, and soon, the ocean turned into a whirlpool, growing ever bigger every half-minute or so. Jacob did his best to row away from the watery vortex, but it grew too strong, spinning his boat wildly and pulling it in towards the center. Oddly enough, as fast as Jacob thought the ordeal would be, time seemed to slow down for a moment, the boat ever slowly spinning. “I'm taking it you had enough fun with this story?” Megan's voice could be heard. Jacob looked around, trying to locate the direction Megan's voice was coming from. “We're in a shared subconscious, silly...remember? I'm still on the beach, getting this sand out of my face and hair, and mouth...” “S-sorry about that. I ju-” Jacob attempted to apologize. “-no apology required. I'm not hurt, and this is just how the story happened to play out. After all, we're technically just living the experiences of the characters you're portraying, so we're not actually the ones getting hurt or anything. Plus, it's all pretend!” “Yet it feels so real.” “It should give you quite a bit to write about.” Megan giggled. “That it should.” Jacob chuckled back. “Well? What do you think so far?” “This is like, crazy, and I mean that in the best way possible. Makes me want to see this play out to the end!” “Mmm, I'm sure you do! However, that would leave nothing to your imagination when continue working on the story, wouldn't it?” “Good point.” “Right. Now, we can move on to the next story, or we can take a little break, or we can just end the experience if you think this is too mu-” Megan spoke and was quickly cut off. “-next one, please! This is too amazing to pass up!” “Alright! I'm not gonna spoil the surprise of where you're headed next, but I'm sure you'll figure it out soon enough. Look into the center of the whirlpool for me, would you?” With a nod, Jacob did as instructed, and soon, a bright purple light emitted from the whirlpool, engulfing Jacob and his surroundings. He closed his eyes out of fear of being blinded, and soon, a still, gentle silence settled in. Jacob felt as though he were floating in mid-air, keeping his eyes closed. Suddenly, a loud woosh was heard, followed by another bright light...and then, darkness once more.

Chapter 5 is in the works, I promise! Hit a couple of roadblocks, but I'm back on track!

Fantastic chapter, mama!

Thank you, love! <3

Glad you like it, CDfm! :) I'll update as soon as it is written, haha.

Sorry for the long delay in responding, everyone! I was moving to Florida! I'm here now, and I want to thank you again for your feedback and kind words! Here is the next chapter for ya! Chapter 4 The two hour movie ended, and still nothing back from Megan. Jacob argued with himself that perhaps it was taking Megan a while to read each story, and if she was giving feedback, she may have been taking extra time to write her thoughts down on paper. Even though he hated it when people told him to hurry up, Jacob grew ever more impatient, which was unusual for him, since he normally wasn't the type to get that way. Maybe it was the anticipation and the excitement that was getting to him. Finding himself becoming more and more hungry, Jacob decided that cooking would most likely help him take his mind off of his impatience. He knew how time tended to work; whenever he really wanted something to happen soon, it'd take its sweet time happening. Whenever he wanted time to slow down so he could savor a day off, or a date, or when writing, everything seemed to speed up, silently mocking his attempts to control what no human had ever done before. He opted for some breakfast food for an early dinner, because why not? It wasn't like the day's events had been all that sane to begin with. Cooking didn't actually help Jacob's situation any, as he found himself constantly running to his computer to check for Megan's response, despite the risk of burning his food. Nothing new came in, and Jacob even went so far as to eat his toast, omelet, and bacon at his computer desk, browsing the internet and again refreshing the ABDreamLand page every now and then. Still nothing. When finished with his food, Jacob cleaned up his dirty dishes, letting out a discouraging sigh as he scrubbed his griddle and plate. Stop thinking about it and it'll happen faster. Stop thinking about it and it'll happen faster... he kept thinking to himself. As he dried and put the last of his dishes away, Jacob swore he saw something on his computer monitor from the corner of his eye. When he got closer, lo and behold was a response back from Megan! Jacob frantically dried his hands, running back to his desk with a little, “yes!” escaping his lips. He clicked the Open button and was greeted with Megan's reply: Hey there, Jacob! So I got to read your stories, and honestly, I can see the potential for some really great work! However, I think I see what the issue is: it seems like you haven't really experienced a whole lot in the ABDL department, and while your imagination is there, it still needs some developing. I hope that doesn't upset you too much, but that being said, I came up with an idea as close to perfect as possible for you. Just make sure you do the following in the exact order: Read the Terms & Conditions provided in the link below, thoroughly. I'm not saying this is a requirement, but I think it'll probably make things a little easier for you to understand. That, and it'll make me less frustrated with you if you start asking questions later. Once you've clicked that you Accept the terms, you'll be given a link to a website. This is set to expire 30 minutes from the moment it's given to you, so the clock is ticking! There will be a sound file on the link. I want you to press Play, closer your eyes, and take some deep breaths as you listen to it. If you're distracted, it may not work as intended, and then that'll just mean more work for the two of us. Have fun! I can promise you that no physical harm will come to you. What you experience will feel very real, even if they start getting a little dangerous at times. But I'll make sure you're not in any actual danger. I am NOT responsible for any potential mental effects said solution has on you, and I do have a right to reverse it at any time if I feel you're not fit. There shouldn't be any issues, however, since you're a writer and you can appreciate the strange. You'll be hearing from me soon! And for the love of all things holy, PLEASE read the Terms & Conditions. Don't skim through them, even if there is a lot of information within. I'll be seeing you soon, I'm sure! -Megan Who Loves Turkey Club Sandwiches with Avocado Sure enough, below Megan's signature line was a hyperlink that simply said, “Click Here, Jacob!” When Jacob hovered his mouse over the link, no preview was available. He told himself it must've been some kind of magic on Megan's part, and Jacob grinned, giddy from finally getting a response. Holding his breath, Jacob clicked the link, which opened a new tab in his browser. Just as Megan's response indicated, a very, very long page of terms and conditions loaded, with clear instructions to read them in their entirety before continuing. One would think that Jacob would heed the witch's warning, that he'd take the instructions seriously and accept the help with caution. But no, Jacob did what most people do: he scrolled down to the very bottom of the page, only skimming a few things along the way; something about Megan being his guide and Jacob experiencing his stories on a whole new level, no harm would come to him, so on and so forth. Even after reading so many stories about genies granting poorly worded wishes, and making deals with some seedy magic users, Jacob threw caution to the wind. Besides, there was a recap of some of the main points at the bottom of the page, just above the “I Agree” check box that he'd need to click before continuing: REMEMBER THE BASICS: This spell is intended to give you the ultimate edge in your writing capabilities. The sand witch will be alongside you in some way, shape, or fashion. Remember that! Time is irrelevant in your worlds; that is, the passage of time there does not affect the passage of time here. What happens there, stays there. The joys, comforts, sorrows, intimacies, dangers, conflicts, etc., while very real there, shall not carry over to here. If you become too overwhelmed, you must say, “Turkey Club Sandwiches With Avocado” three times. Alternatively, if it appears you're at risk of becoming mentally harmed, you will be removed from there with little notice given. Have fun! Make sure you truly are ready to do this before continuing! “Turkey Club Sandwiches With Avocado? Really?” Jacob chuckled, rolling his eyes. He wondered why Megan hadn't just given him the abridged version, seeing how most of what he needed was right there. By the sounds of it, he was being taken somewhere; perhaps to a secret destination unbeknownst to society? Maybe inside of Jacob's own imagination or subconscious again? Taking no time, Jacob anxiously checked the “I Agree” box, then clicked Submit. He was brought to another page, this one containing a sound file that could only be played in the browser. The instructions read: When ready, click the Play button, close your eyes, and keep them closed! This file will not be playable after 30 minutes from being opened, and this link will also expire in that time! His yearning too much to handle, Jacob put his headphones in, clicked the Play button, and closed his eyes. About five seconds later, a soft melody could be heard, almost like a flute, complemented by some drums and quiet horns. The music steadily grew louder, and soon, voices whispered in both of Jacob's ears. He wanted to open his eyes, but...couldn't? Why couldn't he open them? The whispers grew a little louder, until one of them became Megan's voice, speaking in a language Jacob had never heard before, repeating what it was saying over and over again. Despite having his eyes closed, Jacob could see a bright purple aura in his field of vision, with whom he knew to be Megan in the distance. Megan grew closer and closer, her hand out towards Jacob. “Take my hand, Jacob, and we can begin.” Megan said with a smile. Jacob reached his hand out, and as soon as it took hold of Megan's, the two were engulfed in a warm, purple, silent explosion, the music and chanting subsiding. Then, a bright light, followed by a deafening rush of wind that made Jacob's clothing flap loudly. He clenched Megan's hand, wondering what the hell he'd just gotten himself into. Soon, the bright light faded, and Jacob felt Megan's hand escape his grasp. Then, everything went dark for a moment. Before his surroundings came into focus, Jacob heard the sound of gentle creaking, as the faint smell of what he recognized to be the ocean tickled his nose. Opening his eyes, Jacob found himself on his side, on what appeared to be a bed. He didn't feel tired or out of it, so to speak, but he was a bit disoriented from what had just happened. Looking down at his body, Jacob then saw that he was in full pirate garb, pants, belt, black leather boots, brown coat, red bandanna and all. “What the...” he mumbled to himself, sitting up. The room, which seemed to be lit only by lanterns, had a desk with various maps, a globe, and other trinkets strewn across it. No...it couldn't be! Was he...? “Captain,” Jacob heard a voice call out before the door opened slowly, revealing a pirate, “the storm's coming! We should be close to The Island of Forbidden Wonder, but it may be difficult to get there!” “U-um,” Jacob stammered, before standing up, “what?” “Aye, too much rum last night, Captain Meechum?” the pirate chuckled. The Island of Forbidden Wonder? Meechum? It was true! Jacob was in his story! No wonder it seemed so familiar. And if he remembered correctly, the scene he was in was right about where they'd come into contact with the great siren, Leona! “Something like that. I'll be right up.” Jacob replied. The pirate stood in the doorway, staring blankly, as if waiting for Jacob to finish his sentence. No way had Megan not only transported him into his story, but had she really also required him to speak in full pirate speech? “Y'arghhh.” Jacob growled, to which the pirate responded with a similar cry before heading out of the captain's quarters. “What the hell...what is going on. This is so...amazing!” Jacob said to himself, inspecting the room and all of its contents. He figured it'd just have been an illusion, but when he picked up the various scrolls and maps, and even what he no doubt knew was Meechum's sword and pistol, it all felt very real. The room itself even moved back and forth ever slowly, giving the authentic feeling of being at sea. Megan had really done it! This was not what Jacob was expecting at all. Although, the more he thought about it, Megan had in fact told him he'd get an experience unlike any other. But...where was Megan? Hadn't she told him that she'd be around to guide him? Perhaps she was disguised as one of the crew. Suddenly, a loud rumble of thunder shook Jacob's surroundings, followed by a loud crash of a wave slamming against the ship. Jacob lost his balance, grunting before carefully making his way to the door, opening it slowly. Sure enough, the clouds were black and threatening, and large raindrops punished the deck. His (or he guessed, Meechum's) crew shouted amongst themselves, scurrying to lower the sails and holding onto whatever they could to keep themselves from falling overboard. “Captain,” one of them shouted, “take the wheel! We need t'be makin' sure the boat don't tip!” Jacob had never steered a ship before! And yet, the scene felt so familiar to him, seeing as he had only written it just the day before. He knew what to do. Wobbling towards the wheel, Jacob climbed the wet, wooden stairs, trying his best not to fall over, before taking hold of the wheel, steering it to the right as hard as he could. Lightning lit up the dark sky, and the yelling of the crew was deafened by the roaring waves and thunder. “Oh, God...oh, God...” Jacob repeated to himself, as he saw in plain view, a large wave coming straight towards the ship. The boat soon found itself head on with said wave, riding up it before crashing hard on the other side. The cold, salty water rushed across the deck, with more crew members screaming, some laughing. Jacob, on the other hand, started swearing to himself, wondering if he'd end up overboard. He remembered that Megan had told him about no physical harm coming to him, but if everything felt so real, how would that be possible? He didn't know how to swim, meaning he'd drown in an instant! As lightning bolts struck the ocean, in the distance, Jacob saw what he'd written about in the story: The Island of Forbidden Wonder! Or at least, the outline of it! He knew what he had to say next to make the story progress...but he never finished anything beyond that. What would happen? “Look! There it be! The Island of Forbidden Wonder! We're close now, lads!” Jacob yelled. The crew cheered amid the thunder and merciless sea, knowing they'd soon reach the treasure that Jacob had written all about. He also knew, however, that he'd written the story with the intent to incorporate some type of ABDL theme into it, but what would that entail? Cursed treasure? Leona the siren casting an evil spell? This was where he'd drawn a blank the last time. What did he want to happen? As the ship drew ever closer to the mysterious island, a faint voice in the distance could be heard, singing a gentle tune that, despite the furious storm, could still be heard. While it wasn't a tune that Jacob had ever heard before, it definitely invoked feelings of innocence, of calm, of being carefree. In fact, the more Jacob heard it, the more it reminded him of a lull-a-bye; that was it! The scene that needed to happen, that was foreshadowed in the title of the story! The siren's lull-a-bye! “Captain! Steer clear! There be too many rocks further in! Ye will destroy the ship!” one of the crew warned. Jacob nodded, telling himself he needed to steer the ship away, and yet, the gentle singing filled his ears, and on a rock in the distance, he swore he could see who knew to be Leona, the great siren. He couldn't make her out entirely, but she did have an amber glow about her that enticed the eyes. As much as he wanted to take control of the wheel, Jacob stood there, mesmerized, his hands locked in place. “Such beauty...do you see it?” Jacob asked his crew. “See what?! We'll be dead if ye don't turn the wheel!” One of the waves behind the ship help push it along, even closer to the island and its chaotic rocks. The crew screamed even more, some even taking to try to pull Jacob's hands off the wheel, but to no avail. Something had them firmly in place. Meanwhile, Leona's humming grew louder in Jacob's ears, making him smile and shifting his desire from the island's treasure to the beauty that sat upon one of the rocks, seemingly unfazed by the storm. Jacob heard more yelling from his crew, and felt various hands shaking him, the storm still raging on. It wasn't long before he heard someone yell, “Abandon ship!” Looking over, Jacob watched his crew either dive overboard or get onto their small rowboats, while Jacob himself remained in place, hands still glued to the wheel. Closer and closer to the rocks, he grew. Moments later, Jacob's eyes widened as he heard the ship crash into one of them, throwing him forward and overboard, into the sea. Somehow, he'd missed one of the rocks himself, and as he fell, he could see Leona still singing, her amber glow present even as Jacob was submerged. The cold, salty sea water tasted and felt so very real, and soon panic set in, for Jacob knew he couldn't swim! Didn't Megan state that no harm would come to him? “H-help!” he cried, doing his best to keep afloat, praying that another massive wave wouldn't send the rest of the ship on top of him...or worse, send Jacob into another rock! Looking around, he found a rock and flailed towards it, covering little distance with his uncoordinated body movement. It was then that he saw Leona, sitting on said rock, her amber glow acting as a glimmer of hope in Jacob's current situation. Leona reached out her hand, her humming still continuing, as Jacob quickly took hold of it. Leona pulled him up, and as he got closer, Jacob couldn't believe his eyes once more: Leona was Megan! Sure, her wardrobe was different, but there was no doubt that the siren that rescued him was in fact, Megan. “Megan?!” Jacob cried. “Shhh,” she hushed, her voice heard clearly despite the storm, “another pirate in search of The Island of Forbidden Wonder's treasure, hmm? Did you not heed the warning of those who have previously attempted such a feat? All who set food on the island leave changed men.” “Wait, Megan! I didn't know this would happen!” Jacob explained. “Who is this Megan you speak of? You stand before the great siren, Leona!” “W-what? No! I didn't! I mean! I, um, I...” Jacob stammered and stuttered, flabbergasted by the situation. “I see someone's a little wound up from his little excursion! No matter, we'll get you out of those wet clothes and all relaxed before I decide what to do with you next, trespasser. Now,” Megan spoke, pulling Jacob closer to her, whispering, “sleep.” Suddenly, the singing resumed, sending Jacob into a very fast sleep. The storm calmed, the sea stopped raging, and Megan/Leona scooped Jacob into her arms with little effort, chuckling as she carefully stepped her way along the rocks, back to the island, humming the entire time. It was some time later that Jacob awoke, finding himself looking up at a ceiling made of stone. He looked around, noticing something soft that he was on. When he looked down, he was surprised to find that he was naked, immediately gasping and turning red. What had happened to his clothing? Had Megan, or Leona, or whoever the siren claimed to be, undressed him? “What the...” he whispered, trying to sit up. And yet, he couldn't. His hands and legs appeared to be tied down! Looking around some more, Jacob noticed that the floor, while made of stone, had plenty of soft rugs about it, and was decorated with various sea-related decorations; crabs, seashells, starfish, all pastel blue, or yellow, or green. Even more surprising was that Jacob swore he could smell the faint aroma of baby powder. Where was he? Suddenly, a door at the end of the room opened, and in walked Megan. She swayed her hips with each step, her seashell necklace jingling and glistening softly. “Look who's finally awake! I was just about to dress you, too!” “M-Megan? What is going on?” Jacob asked. “Why are my hands and legs tied down?” “That's Leona to you, my brave little pirate,” Megan chuckled, placing her finger on Jacob's lips, “and they're so you don't fall off.” “Fall off? Fall off of what? This is crazy!” “No, no,” Megan shook her head, “this is exactly what all who trespass on The Island of Forbidden Wonder get. You wish to wander off to places you shouldn't be going, taking what isn't yours, like a small, innocent child, and yet you act all tough and brave with your crew. Well, to Leona, you're just a little one who doesn't know any better, and who needs to be treated as such. So...fall off of what, you ask? Why, your changing table, of course!” “Changing table?! Megan, please. Jus-” With the snap of Megan's fingers, Jacob was cut off, a bright blue pacifier magically appearing in his mouth. Despite his efforts to spit it out, it was stuck, his slight mumbling coming from behind it. “Now,” Megan leaned in, “I'm going to put the big, bad pirate in his place, and if he behaves and calms down a bit, maybe I'll fill him in a little more on what's going on, even though he should know. Misbehave, however, and you may end up over my knee. Continue misbehaving, and I'll have no qualms about tossing you into the middle of the sea with the rest of your crew. Understand?” With a quiet whimper and wide eyes, Jacob nodded, fearing for his life. “Good,” Megan smiled, before whispering, “oh, and do try to enjoy yourself, would you?” Megan then winked before holding out her hand, a thick diaper, large bottle of baby powder, and a tub of larger than average baby wipes appearing out of thin air. Was she really going to diaper Jacob? Was this part of the deal? Why hadn't he read the terms and conditions like he was instructed? “Now...time for the new baby's first diaper!” Megan sang with a giggle.

Thank you again. :) I really am glad you're enjoying this! Here is Chapter 3 as promised. Chapter 3 The cool breeze and sounds of nature were a much-needed break from the morning's events. What was that, anyway? Had Jacob been too harsh by leaving so quickly? Any average Joe would've done the same, but was Jacob so average? A diaper fetishist who loved to write, who loved to question the extraordinary, found himself (understandably) running the other way when things got weird. There was no doubt that Megan was more than her profile led to believe. But was that really the case, or was there more truth to her seemingly strange profile and personality? Even more pressing was the ever-lingering struggle of Jacob enlisting Megan's help. If her entering his thoughts was possible, what on Earth did she have in store for him if he agreed to let her help him write? Jacob guessed that it'd be much more than role-playing. Maybe it was some kind of magic spell that would let his thoughts appear on paper, or the simplest of a story idea would write itself? Or, wait! Perhaps some secret concoction to stimulate his imagination a little further. Maybe it would be role-playing, but more than just what he'd experienced in the forums and chat room. There were far more questions than there were answers, and it drove Jacob crazy. After a walk around the block, Jacob thought it best to head back inside. The clouds started to look a little threatening, and he really needed to get back to working on his stories. And yet, the closer he got to home, the more tired he became. Why was he so tired? He'd slept well the night before! Perhaps he was coming down from his adrenaline rush following his encounter with Megan...if that was even what he should describe it as. When he finally got home, Jacob removed his shoes, and practically heard his couch calling to him. As much as he didn't want to nap, he thought it might be a good idea to recharge and clear his head a bit. With a long yawn, Jacob settled into his couch, taking a deep breath before falling into a rather peaceful sleep. In fact, peaceful enough for him to dream. As Jacob opened his eyes, he found himself on a peaceful beach, the waves crashing softly on the shore, the warm sand beneath him, his head resting on something soft. The smell of the ocean and a hint of intoxicating perfume teased his nose. He stretched for a moment, feeling something thick between his legs, which he undoubtedly knew was a diaper. Jacob tried getting up, but felt someone, or something, gently holding him in place, and soon a gentle hand could be felt playing with his hair. “Just relax,” a soft voice spoke, slightly echoing, “I'm not gonna hurt you.” Why did that voice sound so familiar? Jacob soon found that the soft something he was resting on was a woman's breast. While the one hand played with his hair, the other ran down his chest and stomach, eventually making its way to his diaper, giving it a few gentle pats. “Mmm...” was all Jacob could muster, feeling so relaxed and comfortable in this mysterious woman's arms. He went to look up to see who it was, his eyes slowly making their way from the ocean to the woman's chest. As he did so, he noticed something that quickly caught his attention, making him gasp: the seashell necklace! Jacob tried to get up once more, but the cuddled position he was in wouldn't allow him to do so. “Shhh,” the voice spoke once more, this time sounding more familiar, “relax.” “Megan?! Wh-what is this? A dream?” Jacob asked warily. “It is a dream of sorts,” Megan replied, “but just try to relax.” “Look, I'm sorry if I upset you before, just please don't hurt me.” Jacob pleaded. “Ha!” Megan giggled, keeping Jacob in a warm cuddle. “Does it look like I'm about to hurt you? I'm not mad! Guess I got a little ahead of myself earlier, but to be fair, you were being rather difficult. And yet, here we are, in a dream.” “And you're cuddling me while I'm diapered because...?” “Because I knew you'd just freak out and run away. This was the best way I could currently think of to keep you relaxed. I mean, would you rather I have you over my knee, spanking you? Over my shoulder? Dangling over a pit of lava?” Jacob blushed at the thought of being spanked, and shook his head as soon as he was asked about the lava. He didn't dare test the waters. After all, he told himself, it was a relaxing dream, even if he hardly knew Megan. “That's fair...do you do this with a lot of people?” “Oh, you mean the whole 'invading random strangers' dreams and cuddling them while they're diapered' thing? No, I don't. But again, I wasn't sure if you'd talk to me again, so I wanted to explain myself a little more clearly. After all, you at least deserve a high-level explanation.” “Okay...well, I'll admit, that as comfortable as I am right now, it's still a little awkward being diapered in front of someone I've never really met before.” “Well, I can fix that for you if you want. But hey, don't forget I find this whole lifestyle fascinating as well, otherwise I wouldn't have joined the community. Still, if you're really that uncomfortable, I can get you some pants.” Jacob thought for a moment, then shrugged, slowly getting up from Megan's embrace. This time, she didn't hold him down. He told himself that even if he did want to run away, the thick diaper between his legs wouldn't let him get too far. “So, you are in fact, a witch.” “In the flesh..or I guess in this case, in the spirit/subconscious.” “You knew my name the whole time?” Jacob asked. “Mmm, no. I'm not psychic, per se. However, if I form some type of bond with someone, I can connect with them on a higher level. Our bond was formed when you responded to my initial message. I had an interest in you and your work, and your response was enough.” “As strange as that sounds,” Jacob responded, “it oddly makes sense to me.” “Good! I'm glad you can make some sense of it! I don't usually reveal this side of me to most people, but I've made a few good friends along the way. You look like you needed some help, so I figured I'd see what I can do.” “And yet you still haven't told me what it is that you can do to help me.” Jacob softly huffed. “You're still on about that?” Megan rolled her eyes. “Do you really think a mystic witch of the sand like myself would just give away her secrets?” “Well, no, but I mean, most people don't blindly accept help from witches, now do they?” “Actually, yes, they do. The problem is that most either don't bother to check with who they're dealing with, most are rude and selfish, or they get a little too greedy.” “Ahh, you mean the whole good and evil thing, right?” “Exactly. Yes, there are some bad eggs out there, but like I told you, sand witches don't do that. We can help or hinder you, depending on how you treat us and others.” Jacob thought for a moment once more, trying to think of more questions to ask. “Where, or when, or whatever...did you come from?” “Ohh, you know,” Megan started, “long lineage of powerful magic-wielders, guardians of the sand, went into hiding during the witch hunts from long ago, blah, blah, blah. We started out in Europe very long ago. Some of my family split and ended up in America, and I'm just chilling out in Myrtle Beach.” “Why Myrtle Beach?” Jacob raised an eyebrow. “Because I like the sand, duh!” Megan teased, giggling. “Seriously, though. We are most powerful near beaches and bodies of water like that. Island life is too remote, and this place is dead enough in the off-season that I can be as social or anti-social as I want to be.” “Of all the places in the world, though...Myrtle Beach? There are far nicer beaches than that, aren't there?” “I guess. I never explored. We don't have brooms to ride around on, you know. That's a thing of the past. Technology has overpowered a lot of the magic of old. We've still got a few tricks up our sleeves, though!” “Hmm,” Jacob mused, “and one of those tricks is helping me to write better, huh?” “Yeah! I mean, if you still want it.” “And again, that help involves...” Jacob pressed the issue. “Nice try,” Megan tsked, “but I still won't tell you in detail. The only thing I will say is that it'll let you experience things from a perspective that most writers could only dream of.” “As intriguing as it sounds, I still need to give it...and all of this...some thought. It's a lot to take in, you know.” “Okay! No pressure. I'll send you some instructions later on how to accept my help. If you choose to do so, great! If not, I'll still be rooting for you in your quest to write what you've been yearning for. Either way, though, I won't judge you, and hope we can still be friends.” “I don't see why not.” “Well then, back to reality for both of us!” Megan exclaimed. With the snap of her fingers, Megan poofed into a cloud of smoke, and Jacob saw a bright light shortly after. When the light disappeared, Jacob found himself back on his couch, feeling refreshed and unsure if what he'd just experienced was actually a dream. It felt so real! At the same time, Jacob also felt a lot more calm about what had happened previously in the chat room. And still, he internally struggled with the idea that Megan could actually be a witch. How did he know she didn't have some sort of online hypnosis trick she placed him under? Jacob got up from the couch, stretching softly, swearing he could still smell the ocean and perfume from his dream. Megan had mentioned she was into mischief, so perhaps she did have Jacob under some kind of spell without telling him. The true test would be if he actually chose to receive Megan's help. Despite telling himself he'd stay in the crossroads for a few more days, something gnawed at Jacob, begging him to take the plunge. He'd already witnessed just a fraction of what Megan could do for him, and her intentions seemed innocent enough. Would he be able to back out if things got a little too beyond his control? So. Many. Questions! Jacob decided he'd work on a little more writing before checking out what Megan had sent him...if his curiosity didn't get the best of him first! He never really liked asking for help or for favors from other people, anyway, and he especially never thought of asking someone for help in the ABDL fiction department! Heck, Jacob hadn't even experienced more than maybe 10 percent of what he'd written about, aside from some naughty role-playing sessions, some ABDL inspired art, videos, and stories. As soon as he turned his computer back on and opened his folder of unfinished stories, Jacob got distracted and indecisive, hovering his mouth over various files. Once again, he didn't know where to start. He first opened his story about the dorky man dating a superheroine. That particular story was four chapters in, but he figured he could work on it for a bit while contemplating the offer he'd been given. Besides, the story had already revealed some key elements to drive the whole thing forward, so it'd be a perfect opportunity to get somewhere with it. Maybe an hour of writing would give him the spark he needed...or maybe, the whole thing would last 20 minutes, all of which included Jacob typing a sentence, then deleting it with an aggressive slamming of his keyboard's Delete key. Jacob began to think this was how the next month would go, until he had a pile of half-finished (if that) stories with maybe one or two more chapters completed for each. That's not what he wanted, though! No, he wanted all of his unfinished stories done, but he'd be willing to settle for 75 percent. And he didn't just want them done, but he wanted them done right! Given his current rate of success, he felt that trying the same thing repeatedly wouldn't get him anywhere. Closing all of his computer programs, Jacob then opened his web browser, logging back into ABDreamLand. Sure enough, “One New Message for J. Graves!” popped up as soon as he clicked the login button. Sure enough, it was from TheMysticSandWitch and was labeled “Per Our Dreamy Conversation” with a winking emoji at the end. And sure enough, Jacob opened it, anxious to see what Megan had planned. The message read: J., my friend! Hope you slept well and that you don't have any sand in your pants! I told you I'd offer you some help, and I'm about to deliver on that promise (again, without spoiling the surprise!). The help I offer differs depending on the person. With you being a writer, I need an idea of what you're working on just so I can get an idea of what I can do for you. What I'd like you to do is, attach your unfinished stories here for me to read. One, three, all of them...your choice. Pretty much, the more you give me, the more I have to work with. And before you ask, no, this isn't a lame attempt to steal your work. I can't write to save my life. Once I'm done looking over your stuff, I'll send you what you need to do next. I will ask that you please follow the instructions BEFORE you accept my help. You know those Terms & Conditions windows you see that you're supposed to read and check the little box saying you accept? Yeah, it's kinda like that, but you will really want to read mine. Oh, and I probably don't have to say this since you seem like a pretty level-headed guy, but I'd appreciate it if you didn't run around telling anyone that you're talking to a witch. They probably wouldn't believe you anyway, and honestly, even if they did, it doesn't take much for me to make you forget I exist. ;) Anyway, I'll be waiting for your next move! -Megan “What is she gonna do, print all of my stories and boil them in a pot?” Jacob asked himself with a chuckle. Jokes aside, Jacob read the message a few times, before finally clicking the reply button. He hovered around the attach option, then finally clicked on it and selected a handful of stories, including Meechum's pirate tale and his newest superheroine story. The documents attached, Jacob then entered his reply: Hi Megan, No sand in my pants, but thanks for your concern. I'm still trying to digest everything that's been going on between us thus far, and yet, here I am, sending you my stories. If you're going to give feedback, I'm okay if you tell me they suck, but please just let me know WHY they suck. Oh, and I promise I won't say a word to anyone, because you're right: who on Earth would even believe me. Anyway, here you go. And thank you in advance for whatever help you can offer. I really do appreciate it, despite my skepticism. -J (or I guess, Jacob, since you know my name now!) With the click of the send button, Jacob took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. How soon would it be before Megan got back to him? His imagination ran wild, dreaming of the many possible ways that he'd get help becoming more skilled and confident in his writing abilities. Until then, he told himself he'd relax as best he could, choosing to watch a movie, all while refreshing his web browser every five minutes in hopes of getting a reply soon than later.

Thank you all again for the kind words and comments! I'm glad you're liking where it's going so far. I'll admit I've never written anything like this before, so it's a new experience for me as well! I'll be posting chapter 3 at some point this week!

Wonderful ending, mama! You did an excellent job with this! ❤️