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Not strictly ABDL but it has some fun lesbian CG/L vibes so.... ? Trees… Trees… Trees… More Trees…… And Bang! “Ow gods damn it my arse!” The motor carriage hit a particularly nasty hole in the dirt track leading to the town of Moloheim, sending poor Tabitha Goodwright flying up out of her seat. Her Girlfriend Sarah looked over at the petite red head felidine chuckling. “Sorry hon, can’t do much about this goat track.” “Why did you even drag me out here? You know I hate field work!” “I know hon, but you’re one of the guilds best alchemists. And frankly I need to you on this. For Armetia and the revolution and all that.” The tiny redhead sighs listening to faint burble pop of the ethanol boiler, musing about the design that she helped build. Crystal heaters didn’t require fuel… They relied on ambient ether but they were next to impossible to mass produce. Requiring rare materials from the Hibor mountains. Coal fired boilers were to heavy. So pressurized ethanol it was. It certainly beat the old days of horse carriages, 60kph sustained! And no manure! Although on this pathetic excuse of a road… Not such much… The assembly was trying to modernize though, which is why they were here. Two alchemists brought in to help with the new Hydroelectric dam on in Moloheim. Another jolting bang brings her out of her musings and draws a complaint from her stomach. Wincing she realizes it’s been several hours since she last used the lavatory. “Sarah? Is there somewhere we can stop? I um… Need to use the facilities.” Sarah winces and looks over at her girlfriend, her shy school girl fidgeting a sharp contrast to her professional skirt and blazer. “Sorry luv, I can pull over so you can pop behind a tree.” “Umm I need to take a dump so.. No.” Her large expressive ears slicked back, in embarrassment. “Okay but I didn’t bring spare knickers for you if you shit yourself.” Sarah smirks and Tabitha let’s out yowl of wounded pride that clearly communicates “just you wait”. Another thirty minutes pass, Tabitha’s expression becomes increasingly destressed her large fluffy tail arcing across her back like a metronome. “Okay that’s it were pulling over.” Sarah’s tone brooks no argument as she does just that but Tabitha must defend honor and pride. “Wait no! I can hold it!” Unsuccessfully but still one must try. The taller brunette however easily lift’s her 5’1” partner out her seat and carries her to the shade of large oak, rucking the spluttering girls skirt up and pulling her undies and hose down around her ankles. Tabitha glares but breaks out laughing. “Fuck I really don’t have a choice, do I?” “No and it would have been you stinking up the motor otherwise.” Taking a squat, the blushing young woman voids her bladder and bowls onto the dry summer earth, squealing in embarrassment as she loudly breaks wind. Sarah laughs and smirks. “Your way too modest Tabi, nothing out here but us and the animals.” She punctuates her statement by breaking wind herself. “See nothing to worry about.” This elicits a fit of giggles from Tabi. “And I know your embarrassed that I can see each log drop but…” Tabitha sputters like the boiler “It’s not like I haven’t walked in on you in the washroom at home.” At this point she can only blush and whimper, helpless to do anything but keep emptying her bowels as her girlfriend lifts her own skirt and drops her hose and undies. Emptying her bladder with a loud patter. Tabitha find herself over come by an odd arousal as she drops the last of her load, finishing with another loud bit of wind. “So ummm… I don’t suppose you brought toilet paper?” “Nope, but I can do you one better.” She watches as her girlfriend conjures a ball of water, condensed from atmospheric vapor. Tabitha yelps in surprise as the jet of water hit’s her square in her sex and slides down her mons before going up her perineum and into her crevice, leaving her completely clean. “Minor Hydrokenises as a bidet. Nice.” Tabitha giggles before once again squealing loudly as the pressurized water invades her rectum. “Hey!! Was that really necessary!?” “Just making sure your completely clean love, you do have a tendency to stain your knickers like a naughty five-year-old.” Tabitha feels her face flush and her sex betray her as it throbs. “That’s what I thought” Sarah smirks as she watches Tabi expel the water with a loud “blart”. “Now….” Sarah smiles as she looks at girlfriend’s obvious arousal. “Does somebody need a cum as well before we get back on the road?” Tabi can only hang heard in embarrassment and let a quite “Yes….” At which point the tiny redhead finds herself pressed against the tree. The rough barks scratching her ass as their cunts scissor together. Tongues dueling her blouse ripped open in a spray of buttons and her bra yanked down. She feels her climax building as Sarah goes for her clit. “I want you to be as loud as possible. I want to hear my supposedly chaste little Tabi to scream like the slut she is.” Tabitha can only mule and pant and then join her girlfriend in screaming so loud that they actually send an ironic flock of tits to flight….. Five minutes later there back on the road. Tabitha’s blouse mended by transmutation and her napping exhausted in the passenger seat.

"Hey Lyn? You there girl?" "Yeah what's up" "So last couple days have been more fucked up than I let on yesterday.... Can... Can I be open with you about some weird shit?" "Omg, what happened? Spill it! :o" I proceed to break down and tell Lyn everything from yesterday to today. All the weird coincidences and miscommunications that led to me sitting here in a diaper right now. Bearing my soul in the most melodramatic fashion like only a theater girl can. Leaving none of the lewd and gory details out. My fears of incontinence and being a kinky perv all laid out for my besty as I sniffled and tried to hold back tears. Lynn watched as multiple texts ran over her screen, a series of emotions running over her as she listened to her best friend's woes. She re-reads all the texts and then responds. "Geez.. that sounds like a hell of a ride to the gas station. I feel sorry that you had to do that in front of your mom, but it seems like you liked it? There isn't anything wrong with liking things that are a little unorthodox. If you have to wear diapers, you might as well enjoy it, right?" "I guess? It's just.... I feel guilty because either I'm just a perv blowing a minor issue out of proportion as an excuse or... I like have real disability that I'm like trivializing or abusing by enjoying it….. You know?" "I mean.. maybe? It's okay to like things. and how does your mom feel about all of this? is she making this difficult for you?" "Not intentionally? I think she noticed I got turned on during a change and like tried to make not a big deal out of it? Which like I wanted to die but.... She was at least cool about it.... We had a talk this morning like I mentioned and well.. I think she recognizes that I want control and agency and shit. She's like willing to at least follow my lead on this?" ..... "I think?" "You... think?" "I mean she's always kind of been overprotective and a little... I don't want to say tiger mom? What's like a softer tiger mom? Maybe like a big floof mom? I guess I just feel like I have to keep reminding her that I'm not five anymore despite my toilet issues. But that's like moms right?" "Well idk about other moms, but my mom let's me be independent. You mom is sweet, but she can be a little uh.. extra when it comes to your overall care, I think. " "Yeah.... Still... I think I'm actually going to ask her to buy me some more protection. I'm almost out and I do kind of need it. I'm going to put my foot down on the type though. ? ?Sweat smile/laugh emoji" "Like..... If this is me.... I just have to own it right?” "Yes! Put your foot down and get things that make you feel the most comfortable and happy! ? ?hug and heart emoji " "Thanks so much girl!! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️multiple hearts and a gif You always know what to say. ?blush" "Anything for you, babe. ? ? wink and tongue sticking out emoji " I put the phone down and get up. Feeling a whole lot lighter and ready to deal with mom.... Well mostly ready... "I'm actually going to ask her to buy me pullups.... Just kill me now" I laugh and stick my tongue out at my reflection in the mirror

This is great even if I have mixed feeling about her reluctant regression. ??

I go into the bathroom stripping down to just the swollen sagging diaper now obviously stained yellow and brown. Staring at myself in the mirror completely shell shocked. "Oh shit! I think I peed more as well." A familiar shiver runs through her. "No! Bad girl! You are not enjoying being in a shitty dia... brief!" She can't help but whimper though as she steps into the shower dropped the soiled garment with a wet plop. "Ewww! Gross! Gross! Gross!' Balling it and dumping in the trash can while trying to avoid her own mess. Taking the shower wand, she stands their fidgeting hosing down the floor while the water heats up before blasting her privates. This effectively gets rid of the mess but makes her arousal worse. "OhhhhUhhhYesNo!ImeanNo!Yes!Ummhhh." She switches to high pressure forcing the stream into her vagina and douching herself. "Ohhhhhhmmhh" A whimpering Ashley once again surrenders to the inevitable and proceeds to fuck herself with shower head, switching to pulse. Feeling what is possibly the biggest orgasm of her life build before crashing over her. Knocking her senseless..... When she comes to, she's kneeling in the shower the spray from the main head pattering gently over her. "Fuck... I really am a pervert..." …… I spent the rest of the day trying and mostly succeeding at avoiding mom, diapers, and confronting what happened this morning. The couple times I really do have to pee I just kinda unfold one and hover squat over it then immediately toss it. I message with my bestie Lynn and some of my other friends and try to act like nothing happened. I think Lynn suspects though… The next morning however my worst fear is realized as I wake up to an unpleasant horror I though I had left behind. Cold damp sheets and panties clinging to my skin. The wet back goes halfway up my back soaking my sleep shirt. “Oh fuck! Oh no! Shit Shit Shit!! Not again this is the second time this month!” All I can think is the I’m going to turn into Laune and Thomas, the incontinent twins at my school who never toilet trained successfully at the start of elementary like most kids. Was that going to be my fate? Most people don’t fail this late but…. I leap out bed tearing the sheets off frantically trying to ball them up and get them in the wash before mom notices… I wake up early, yawning as I stretch and climb out of bed. Yesterday, Ashley seemed to avoid me for the most part. I understood, she was embarrassed, I just wish she would have addressed the issue with me more. I make myself a cup of coffee and look at my phone. The plumber texted me a little before I woke up, claiming they would be there within a couple of hours. I hear a stirring in Ashley's bedroom, but choose to leave her alone, and give her space for now as I sip my coffee and look through social feeds. I frantically hurry to the washing machine not thinking to change out of my soaked clothes... I look up from my phone and see my daughter running past me with a bundle of what looks like to be bed sheets. “Ashley, honey? Is everything alright?” I rise from my chair and follow her to the laundry room. “Is something wrong, dear?” I peer into the laundry room to see you shoving the sheets into the wash, your clothes absolutely soaked from the back, the faint smell of urine in the air. “You had an accident, didn't you? Your clothes are absolutely soaked!” I put down my coffee cup and without much thought, I start to take off your clothing without asking permission These need to get in the wash immediately, we don't want to pee to sit in the cloth... "Mommm!!! I can handle it!" "Oh shush." I peel off your panties and toss them in the wash and add in the detergent "The plumber is coming in a couple of hours, finally. You should take a shower," I say as I start the washing machine. "This is all your fault anyways! Making me wear diapers probably confused my system or something! I haven't had this issue in weekssss, I mean years! Oh fuck I'm dead, I'm so dead. Mouth you bitch!" I turn and look at you, an eyebrow arched as I watch you attempt to stand up to me. "Excuse me? You have persistently had these problems throughout your life, do not blame me for that." I give your bare ass a firm smack "Now get to the shower and clean the pee off of yourself! Don't worry about getting clothes, I'll get them for you. Shower. Now." I cross my arms I squeal and splutter but I also think, about how you've always helped me. How much you've been there for me, espicially yesterday even if you did kinda help create the problem, so did I. I leave to take a shower and cool off and keep thinking as I do so.... I go to your bedroom and collect a simple heather grey t-shirt from your dresser and a pair of pale pink leggings that are a stretchy and slightly shimmery material and grab a pair of comfy socks for you to wear. I don't worry about a bra or underwear and instead grab a diaper from the bathroom cupboard and put a liner inside of it for extra protection. I'm tempted to put in more than one, but then stop myself. Just because I like to see her bottom all cute and padded, doesn't mean that I should go to extreme measures...yet.. I place your fluffy padding on the bathroom counter along with your clothes. I get out of the shower and see the diaper and grimace, but I want to make peace and put it on then go out to face her. "Mom..... I'm sorry. I'm really scared and freaked out right and I took it out on you. That isn't right. I just wanted to protect autonomy but I did it by keeping secrets and lashing out..... And I know I'm being a bitch wanting things from your right now but... I could really use my mom...." and then it all just came pouring out as I started to cry "My issues came back a couple months ago. Junior year was really stressful, and it only happened like once or twice these past couple months but... I'm freaking out because I'm worried, I'm going to turn into Laune and Thomas and and...." I listen to your confession, my brow furrowed in worry as I see my sweet girl spill her guts to me. I take you in a hug as your words begin to escalate into tear filled helplessness "Shhh.. baby it's okay.." My mothering instincts kick in and I'm consoling my daughter as I used to when she was young. Pressing her snuggly against me and smoothing out her hair. As I hug, I hear the crinkle of the diaper and shift a bit at the sudden pulse I get at the sound of it "I know all of this has been so weird for you.. especially with the situation we had the other day.. You're right, it was my fault that you made such a mess.. I should not have let you have that much coffee." I kiss your head lovingly and rub your back as we embrace. "That part was my fault.... I didn't appreciate not having any choice in wearing the diaper though, but I can understand why you though it was a good idea. You wanted to just take charge and make things easier on me right? No need to worry about the broken toilet honey, just go in your pants and I'll take care of it? It's weird but I appreciate that you care...." I hold you tight "And it's why I want to work with you on managing my issues. If they are coming back... I just need to think on how I want to handle it." "Y-Yes.. that's why I encouraged you to go in them." My face becomes flushed a bit flushed with guilt of my perversions, knowing deep down that I simply love seeing you in diapers, and the broken toilet was a good excuse to get you in them again. I bring myself back to reality and start to think about ways to manage your incontinence issues that are developing "I think it would be a good idea to wear some extra protection that you can easily pull off in case you can't make it to the toilet during the day. And it would most likely be best if you wore something like a diaper or something when you sleep.. but I'm all ears, dear and I will do whatever you think needs to be done." I kiss your head once more. "We’ll see.... I think at least for the next couple night I may want to wear something to bed at least. I'm kinda glad we never got rid of the mattress protector" I laugh nervously before hugging you one last time and heading off to my room, needing to talk to Lynn and get her opinion on all this. I smile at you and shortly after you leave for your room, the doorbell rings "Oh, that must be the plumber.. she's here early."

What the fuck is in those drugs? Some kind of MDMA derivative? A new complex neurotransmitter cycler? Dopamine + GABA maybe? The way it acts seems like an interrogation drug. Honestly this just confirms my suspicion that is actually a prisoner control device. No way you want something this chemically complex being administered on automatic to 80 year old Ms. Lewis who's probably on two different blood pressure meds, an antidepressant and imuenosupressants for her arthritis.

The Next Day …. I wake up yawning and stretching around look at my my phone, 9:12 a.m., I feel an all too familiar crinkle. "Fuck it really happened didn't it? Well one good thing about this whole messed up situation...." I yawn and stretch more as I try to relax my bladder and then... A faint hiss and I feel warmth flooding my lady bits "Fuck that feels... No... No I am not..." But it feels so good.... "I'm an atheist but I still still feel like I'm going to hell for this one." I start to grind on my "Blake" pillow feeling the diaper squelch against my mons, until I feel that familiar building tingle and I explode panting and letting out a little breathy moan as I climax. "What hell did I just?I just... I just... Nope... I can't deal with this now..." I yawn again and feel my eyes flutter as I fall back asleep. I wake up around 9:30, the late night must have made me sleep a little longer than I usually do. My hand is nestled snuggly in between my thighs as I feel the morning arousal take over me. I listen, to see if I can hear Ashley moving around, but it seems she is still asleep. Hmm.. I need to wake her up if she's still sleeping.. maybe just a quick one before I get up.. I go to pornhub on my phone and scroll through my playlists of saved videos and find one that never fails to help with a quickie. Its of a cute trans girl blindfolded and cuffed against her dom. The dom teases her a bit and she makes the most adorable little moans.. begging for more until she makes cummies all over herself.. I end up having an orgasm at the loving kisses that come after and the mommy dom groping her sub's swollen breasts. All in all, it doesn't take me longer than a few minutes. I get up and go to the bathroom and wash my hands, realizing that the toilet is still not working, so the pale urine sits in the toilet. I hope the plumber comes today.. this is getting frustrating.. I go up to my daughter's door and knock softly on the door before peeking in to see Ashley fast asleep, the blankets pushed aside and exposing a diaper that is a little full. I gently shake your shoulder “C'mon, sweetie.. it's time to wake up.” "Uhhh Wazahuh?" I startle and flush and realize that I drooled a little as the icing on the wet diaper cake “Shhh.. it's alright it's just me.. Good morning, sleepyhead “^^ I wipe the bit of drool from your cheek. “Looks like someone was very sleepy. Did you sleep alright in your diapie?” I blush as I realize i just called the briefs not only a diaper, but a "diapie" “Mom!!! God damn it! MurpphhhUrgh!!” I groan into the pillow .... then I start laughing "Your hopeless" “I'm sorry, dear.” I stifle a chuckle “Honest mistake.” “C'mon, get up!” I pat your shorts firmly, to help wake you up “Time to start the day, sleepybutt!” "Okay! Okay! Jeezzzzz.... Are you getting baby fever or something? Am I going to be getting a second little sister soon?" I decided that the best defense from embarrassment is a good offense, as I try to pull myself out of bed cackling at my own joke. “Why would I need another baby when I already have you? You're a handful enough as it is!” I wink playfully and give your hair a little playful scruff then go to make breakfast I figure if I'm going to be stuck in a diaper I might as well make my life easy and head straight for breakfast. In about 15 minutes I have toast, eggs and bacon made for us and place one in front of you, grabbing the OJ and two cups. I place the other plate in front of me and sit down, trying to focus on my breakfast as opposed to the lingering arousal I'm feeling. Hmm.. sometimes I need to go more than once in the mornings to get it out of my system.. surely that's the issue…. I sit down with a faint crinkle the diaper is mostly dry and only slightly damp by this point. "Looks great mom!" I tear into the food hungrily. "Can I get some coffee... Please?" I smile, happy to see you eating. The new bathroom situation certainly hasn't affected her appetite Sure, dear. I get up for a moment and pour you a cup and place it in front of you then resume eating and casually scrolling through my phone, After I finish, I put my plate in the dishwasher and grab a second cup along with a donut from a box on the counter before sitting down to scroll through social meeds.... i finish eating as you go back to sit. I kiss your head lovingly as I load the dishwasher and tidy up the kitchen. “The plumber texted me while we were eating. I guess it will be later than we thought when they arrive.. it may be closer to tomorrow unfortunately..” "Damn...." My stomach gurgles 'make that double', as I wince and clinch. “It's so frustrating.. I can never seem to get help in a timely manner..” I shake my head as I wipe the counters, unaware of your... situation. “It almost makes me want to fix it myself..” I continue to vent to you about my frustration as I finish up cleaning I nod trying to ignore the building pressure for like 15 min before I let out a loud fart, stomach rumbling. "Sorry!" I hide my face in my hands, flushed and giggling "Must be the coffee and eggs" I giggle softly at the fart, the smell quite obvious “Oh dear... you're going to make a mess soon aren’t you?” I feel a tingle stir within me and feel compelled to rub your back reassuringly and give you a hug. “You know I don’t judge.. do what you need to do.. I cant have you holding that in.. it's not healthy.” “But Mom!! I don't.... I mean.. Yeah I need to take a dump... But why do I have to do it in like, my pants? Can't we just go to the gas station like you suggested yesterday?” God never thought I'd actually want to use a gas station bathroom, fuck my life. I sigh. “If you think you can make it.. c'mon.. hop in the car.. we have no time to change. i grab my keys and hastily get in the car, you following behind me. I put my seat belt on and help strap you in as well and then pull out onto the road. I sit there in the passenger seat, sweaty and flushed as my stomach rumbles, barely noticing as you preempt me in buckling my seat belt. “It’s okay, baby.. I think we're gonna make it, just a couple of more minutes..” soon I see the gas station in sight and speed up a bit, then suddenly, the tracks in front of the gas station start to be blocked off with the cautionary strip and the lights start blinking. “Oh goddammit.. we have to stop, were not going to make it. I push on the brakes a bit abruptly as I was going a considerable speed I'm so sorry, honey.. do you think you can hold it much longer?” I place a hand on your thigh and look at you with a concerned expression I stare in horror at the mile long freight train approaching. "Yuyuyeahhh.... It'll only be couple minutes right?" my defiance is undercut by another loud fart Mm.. I'm not sure.. I hope so.. you can never tell with these things... I hold your hand as a couple more minutes pass, the end of the train is no where in sight. “Oh dear.. hurry up already..” After about fifteen minutes I let out another explosive bit of gas and feel something wet hit the back of my briefs.... "Yeaappp!!" “Ohhh my poor baby.. c'mon you're a big girl.. just hold on..” I rub your hand reassuringly with my thumb, hoping the train ends soon. Another minute passes and the train is still going this has to be close to the end.. Shifts and clutches my stomach. "Mom?" my voice trembles "I just sharted a little, I think, I don't know if I can make it...." my voice quavers "I'm supposed to be an adult and I'm going to shit in a diaper like a baby!" My voice hitches a little. “Shhh.. it's alright, sweetie.. your stomach has always been sensitive.. I should have stopped you at one cup of coffee.. if its hurting you please don’t hold it in.. I'll take care of the mess for you.. it's okay.” I rub your back with my other hand, a worried expression on my face. "I'm going to... Get more comfortable" I unbuckle and turn around so that I'm kneeling on the seat butt sticking out towards the dash, I take mom's hand, knowing that I'm about to destroy whatever dignity I have left. “If you think about it, it's much better you're wearing some padding like this.. minimal mess than if you didn't have it..” I squeeze your hand reassuringly, my words an attempt to make my girl feel better, but it seems to not help very much Just relax and let yourself go.. “Mommy loves you, it's alright..” I surrender to the inevitable, sharting a bit as I push, trying to just get this over with. I feel a large load force its way past my poor defeated sphincter dropping into the diaper my shorts bulging and sagging as it expands. As you release the large load, the train finally passes. What a cruel fate. I watch your diaper bulge expand and my eyes widen a bit at the amount that was expelled. I don't say anything, just reassuringly hold your hand as I watch you mess in front me with your crimson cheeks. My cheeks are a bit flushed too as a series of emotions go through my mind. The empathy I feel for you.. how embarrassing it must be to do something so private in a small car right in front of my eyes.. the thrill I feel as I'm involved in this situation in such semi-public setting, and this.. unfamiliar sense of satisfaction watching you do this in such a helpless manner. I wait for you to finish and see that there are cars behind us. “Get in your seat, dear. We're going home and we will clean you up.” I push the last out sniffling, tears and snot running down my face. I completely shock myself when emotionally overwhelmed I yell "Mommy I pooped my pants!" Before flopping back down in the seat with a squelch, crying softly. “I know, baby.. It's okay, sweetie.. Mommy will make it all better.” I buckle you in and wipe the worst off, your face still covered in snot and tears, I kiss your salty cheek. “Awe.. my poor baby girl..” In my mind I can't help but reassure you like I would a little baby, seeing you in such an upset and vulnerable state. I roll down the windows a bit, letting some of the smell escape the car as I hold your hand and say reassuring things to my poor baby girl. We turn around after we make it to the gas station parkling lot and we head home. What the fuck even was that? I feel the mush squelching and sliding into the front of my diaper. It felt... feels so good.. Warm and soft... and... Oh hell na! I can't.... I can't be getting turned on.. Nope... This is fucked up... What am I one of those internet perverts? Fuck I need a shower. "I'm sorry I made things weird... I just want to take a shower right now..." I shake my head. “Don't be sorry.. I imagine I would act in a similar manner if I was put in such a situation. I understand, dear..” I smile at you reassuringly and soon we make it into the garage. I unbuckle you and step out, and then come around at your side and help you out of the car. I feel the mess coating my entire pubic area shift and whimper a little I give you a hug, to show you that nothing has changed, you're still loved, then I pull back and look at your mushy bulged out stink butt, the pajama shorts doing you no favors. “Oh dear.. you may need help with this.. I'm not sure you can do this by yourself..” "Ummmm.... I think we're going to have to dump it in the trash can" I laugh hysterically at the irony. Either that or I just take it off in the shower and like hose the floor down with the wand and then we bleach it after I get out...." “I'll get the hazmat suit I say jokingly and chuckle as I slowly lead you into the house….”

True XD

Wouldn't that be like ripping off S&P's aesthetic though? ?

Around two a.m. as the final credits role I stand up to stretch and release a familiar pressure feeling my padding swell and warm as I try to be discreet and make it look likestretching is the reason my legs are spread. But the diaper sags and forces my sweats to ride low exposing the waist band and my belly button.... I watch you stretch, your attempts at hiding filling your diapers in front of me don’t really work as I see a small wet spot form at the butt of your sweats. “You really need a change, dear.. my hand goes to your padded butt without thinking, feeling around. oh yes.. definitely at maximum capacity.” I get up and rub your back reassuringly as I go and retrieve a fresh diaper. “Eeeppp!!!! Did... Did I really!?” Feels the wet patch “I thought these things held two uses? They did last time?” “Hmm.. there were a couple of lightweight diapers in with the heavy absorbent ones.. maybe I put one of those on you instead? You do have a larger bladder now as well.. these are from when you were 12 and still wetting the bed.. Do you feel comfortable with me changing you? You do need a clean one for bed after all..” “Okay.... It'll at least be quicker I guess…..” I decided to go drop my sweats in the washer while mom grabbed a new set of “briefs”, trying and failing to pull my shirt down to hide the old swollen ones I search the cupboard for a pair of overnight pullups and manage to find one. Your shirt only manages to cover the waist of your soaking diaper and I give a small smile as I approach you with the new pair “I managed to find this one.. I hope the plumber comes tomorrow, or I may need to buy you some more..” My hand goes to the swollen bottom of your padding, feeling the tight fullness of it “My word.. you definitely used this one to it's fullest potential.. imagine if I didn't change you before you went to bed!” I giggle softly to myself, enjoying this a bit too much “Mommmm!! Your the one who insisted on me wearing these...” blushes furiously and tugs at hem of my shirt while scuffing my foot. “And using them...” “I guess you're right about that.. and I will admit that I do like the slight attitude adjustment it's given you.. and you did just as Mommy told you too.. you used them without much hesitation..” I continue to feel around, giving your bum a little pat before I come to my senses again* Alright, enough playing around, time for a change. I walk out of the bathroom and kneel on the rug, instructing you to lay down. “It would be easier if you laid down, don't you think?” “Can't I like change myself? It feels weird when some else does it...” “Laying down is for me to check to see if you have any rashes, your skin is sensitive after all.. i remember when you had rashes when you were younger.. you would get so upset.. just let me check and then you can change yourself if that's what you insist on doing.” “Okay” I lay down on the floor with a squelch and untape the soaked brief, flushing as you see my privates for the second time this night.... “Don't be so shy, dear.. it's nothing I haven't seen before.. I smile reassuringly, spreading your legs a bit to see if there are any red spots Hmm.. there may be some red patches but I'm not sure..” hands you a wipe “Wipe yourself off and let me know if you feel any discomfort in any places.” I feel a little twinge those same contractions as when mom first put this on me as wipe my intimate areas, but wait why would I? “Ummm nothing feels different from when I like wipe or scrub in the shower....” drops the wet wipe in the brief I notice the slight twitching, your developed flower glistening. I observe this, realizing that my little girl isn't as little as she used to be “Alright.. just wanted to be sure. Would you like some powder or anything? I see that you're naturally producing some.. fluid other than urine..” I blush softly, looking at you with loving eyes “It's natural for a girl your age to start developing in this way..” “Ummm yeah sorry... Oh shit umm... Whenever I wipe or you wipe there my vag clenches like I'm doing kegels or.... you know….” giant pit now please.... just like ground open and shwoomp! please God? I nod, doing my best to show understanding “Yes.. it's normal. When we get older, we develop sexual maturity and you'll find that your vagina becomes more sensitive..” I reach over and grab the powder that I brought just in case it was needed. I sprinkle a bit over your lady bits then hand you the pullup. “There.. that should help a bit!” ^^ “Are we out of the briefs? Not I'm complaing but...” I chuckle nervously “Oh! We may have some. Would work better too, for nighttime. I get up and search the cupboard and find one.” I hand it to you and kneel in front of you once more “I mean I'll take the pullup; I just don't want to get blamed if you make me use the thing again and I leak.” more nervous laughter. “I would prefer you wear the briefs actually. less risk of you making a mess in your bed ^^ go on, show me how you put it on” I give a slight smile, choosing to ignore the fact that I'm enjoying this more than I should. I sigh in frustration as I take of the pull up and sit down on the brief. I'm out of practice but I manage to do an okay job, the tapes are mostly straight. “Not bad.. just let me..” Being the doting mother I am, I straighten up the tapes and make sure it's snug and secure and pull out the little leak guard ruffles around the legs. “You want to make sure these are out, they help hold in the mess.” I pull open your legs a bit and get the leak guards next to the inner thigh and give the diaper a small rub, satisfied with the way it looks “There.. now it's perfect.” ^^ whines in embarrassment “Okay...” huffs I rise to my feet and take your hand to help you up. I turn you around and make sure the diaper is straight and high enough. I heft it up and a bit and go over it with my hands once more, my hand resting on your padded bottom and giving it a reassuring rub. “I know this is difficult for you, sweetie.. this is just until the plumbing gets fixed..” I kiss your head. “Fine.... But I'm only using this thing because you think it's better than going in a bucket for some reason and you told me to.” grumps and sulks “I'm doing this because it's easier than me having to worry about you going in random places and not cleaning up your messes properly.. you have a tendency to.. "forget" and I have to clean it up. I would rather see the mess on you and deal with it than let it sit in a bucket for a while and have to find it.” I say this sternly, giving your bottom little firm pats as I express this to you. “Now get to bed, it's very late. Do you want me to tuck you in?” You haven't asked me to tuck you in in ages, but I can't help but ask. Seeing you in the diaper causing me to want to treat you as if you were still my little girl “Umm I'm good. But.... Could I get your advice on something?” walks toward my room “Of course, dear.. what is it?” I reach into my dresser and pull out two bottoms, one a set of skinny pajamas in pink white and grey southwest print, the other a pair of red workout shorts that just cover my ass with white racing stripes.... "Neither of these are great options but both of my sweats are in the wash so... Which do you think would hide the briefs better?" I shift back and forth nervously. The shorts are loose but so tiny, the pajamas full coverage but form fitting I ponder for a second and then point to the red shorts “Use those, the stripes play tricks on the eyes better and it will be less noticeable.” ^^ “Thanks Mom” I hug you blushing before going to pull the shorts on. I hug you snuggly, your head resting on my chest “Goodnight, dear..” I retreat to my bedroom and put on an oversized pajama shirt and some small black shorts with white constellations on them, as I do so, I feel that my panties are a bit damp and blush softly. I decide to keep them on and get into bed, falling asleep shortly after I climb into bed and curl up around a pillow, thankful that this day is over but also weirdly not wanting it to end....

It's really engaging even if by the end of Ch. 4 I was more in the mood for a riot than sexy time ??. My one major narrative critique is that I feel like some of the mystery was a bit too obviously telegraphed but over all it worked quite well for a little adventure game. I may or may not go back for a bad ending just for the lolz.

I mean 93 isn't that bad on the Interstate at least if your in the left most lanes. Fuck you should have seen my dad try to drive my grandma's little corolla like it was in the Indie 500. ?

Yeah tracking app would be a red for me ?Just too creepy....

So this started as a complete improvised role play between me and my new dom with another sub making a brief cameo as "little sister". And since I actually seemed to have something here writing wise I decided to clean it up a bit and share. Credit to "Ms. K" and "R" with their permission. “MOMMMM!!! The toilets broken!!” ... “And I uhhh... Like have to pee... Really bad....” I stand there bouncing on my feet grabing my crotch “Go in the backyard and squat down behind a tree.” “Serrrrriously!?” “Yes, seriously. Women can pee outside too, you know.. ohhh to be young and wild again” “Well since you can't actually think of a good idea! .... I'll just..... pee dances I'll just use the damn shower!!” goes into the bathroom and pops a squat over the drain lifting my skirt and pulling my panties aside M: snickers let's go as with a pattering hiss as my stream hits the floor…… Be sure to clean up the shower after you're done Mutters indignantly as despite my thorough wiping I managed to spatter my panties and turns the shower on to rinse out .... “The rubber gasket thing broke and the tank was empty!!” Hufffss “You are just asking for a good spanking, arent you? So much sass” “OMG Mom!! Not cool!” I smack your ass “Enough!” “Yeeepp!!” dies “Mommmyy!!” “Oh, I'm Mommy now? Havent heard that in a couple of years. I thought you were too cool to call me that arches an eyebrow” “I ummm uhhhh” splutters and stammers “I was like shocked okay!!??” “Mhmm..” gives your ass another smack before crossing my arms over my chest Squeals chuckles to myself “If you insist on festering on your teenage angst, do it in your room.” storms off ……. feels a rumble in my stomach as I let out a fart "Oh fuck not now the toilet's still broken. I'm an adult god damn it I can hold it. Just got to wait for the damn replacement part to get here.... Tomorrow.... Fuck...." looks at the broken toilet as I feel more gas leek... "I can't go in the shower like when I had to pee..." looks at the trash can "Nahhh that's crazy, but what choice do I have?" I feel the first bit about to break past my poor overtaxed sphincter... "Noooooooooo" I rapidly yank my skirt and panties down and park my butt over the trash can I walk into you expelling your waste into the bathroom trashcan “Ashley! What in the hell are you doing?!” splutters and squeals in embarrassment "The uhhhh... I'm sorry...." "The part doesn't come till tomorrow.. .and... and I couldn't hold it... So I had to like go somewhere or it was going to be in my pants..." splutter's and blubbers the whole time I can't stop so I continue to disgrace myself watches you in horror as I plug my nose “You could have just told me you needed to go, young lady! I've been going to the gas station down the street, I could have taken you there.. I shake my head” “I thought you already left! I heard your car pull out!” finishes with a plop I go into the cupboards and retrieve an absorbent diaper from the top shelf “Here.. you'll wear this until we get the plumbing figured out. I know you haven't worn these in a while but apparently you need them right now.” “Mom! I know when I need to go It's just there's no toilet!” “I could tolerate you going pee in the shower, but now you're going number 2 in my bathroom trash bin?? I don't want to hear it, you're wearing these.” LS: peeks in, sees a little of what's going on, and walks away snickering “Fine!! But if your going to make me wear those then... then... Your going to be the one on diaper duty!!!” my smugness gives way to shock and horror as the implications of what I just said hit me ......... “I would prefer that actually. I like to think you're old enough to do it yourself, but from your... display right now I would say you need my help more than you let on.. “ I start to unfold the diaper “Now are you going to get off that trash bin and wipe yourself or do I need to help you do that as well?” I ask with a smug expression “I can wipe my own ass!!” glares at my bratty little sister, who squeals and runs to hide, as I start to clean myself up, trying not to cry but eyes clearly red and puffy LS: scoots under a table “Ashley! Dont say ass in front of your little sister!” “You're supposed to set a good example!” “What!? She's heard worse on facebook and at school!” Turns to LS “Sweetie, dont use the trashcan as a potty like your sissy okay?” headpats “Okies!! I has my diapee!! At least I don't stink as much as sissy!!! glares at LS “Ashley! Enough!” I grab your wrist and check your bottom for any remaining mess. I notice a bit that was missed in the quick wiping and grab one of the wipes on top of the toilet “Be still and this will be over soon enough! You're an adult, you should be able to wipe yourself properly.” “Okay so I missed a spot! geazzzzz....” goes limp though whimpering softly “That's why your underwear gets so dirty, honey! You need to make sure you're getting it all! I finish wiping and slip on the diaper for you, making sure the tabs are securely fastened to you Now you don’t need to worry about going to the bathroom.. this will make it easier for all of us, dear.” I rub your back reassuringly. Even in my sternness I can’t help but feel bad for my bratty teen's wounded pride “I.... I changed my mind.. Can I at least clean myself up it felt weird having some touch my vag and butthole.....” I try to hide my face LS: brings ashley a stuffed bear “Here! He makes me feel better!” “Thanks sis” “Maybe then you won’t be so bratty!!!” hugs LS and the bear and LS hugs back “Uhuhuh” is to tired to fire back at LS “Sure, honey.. I will just need to check after you cleaned yourself. I want you to do it correctly.. and it doesn’t bother me to see your privates, dear. I'm your mother, it’s nothing I haven't seen before.” leads you out of the bathroom and gives you a hug “Go put some comfy pants on or something, you'll barely notice the extra padding. Think of it as an extra thick sanitary pad that you use for your periods sometimes.” nods and face crimson “Okay mommy” hugs you and washes my hands before running out and going to change into pajamas “There's my good girl” comes out wearing a pair of loose mint green sweats and a grey game t-shirt, a very faint crinkle just barely audible “You look very cute, dear. And the diap- I mean padding is barely noticeable.” I hand you a heavy duty trashbag that's securely tied at the top “Take your mess out to the trash by the curb please.” “Yes mam” I do so; grimacing as I dispose of the proof of my humiliation and wash my hands before grabbing a soda and making some popcorn, settling in with a late night double feature on Chiller M: does the dishes and then sits down in the chair near you and reads a book with my headphones in comes over looking at you holding the bowl of popcorn “Peace offering?” looks up from my book and smiles softly as I take a handful of popcorn “Sure. Thanks, sweetie.” I look over at the television. “What are you watching?” "The Magistirium murders and Hexen Nact" curls up next to you in the easy chair holding the popcorn bowl for you, blushing as I feel my padding crinkle against your thigh "They’re like postmodern feminist horror where the witches are like the hero's/final girl because they're the only ones who know what's going on there's a PI hired to investigate the girls in Hex who realizes he's actually working for the bad cult...." I go on like this for a minute before I realize I'm spoiling the second movie "But yeah it's like designed to have a retro 90s asthetic...." I listen to you tell me about the movie, watching the screen, hearing the crinkle against my thigh but choosing to ignore it as I cuddle you “Mm.. I see. Sounds very intriguing!” I look over at you and kiss your forehead “Thanks for including me, hopefully you won’t give out any more spoilers.” I say this teasingly and give you a playful squeeze squeaks “Mommmm!” giggles and pops a piece of popcorn in my mouth as I nuzzle back. feeling small and bushy next to you ..... by the end of the first movie I'm on my third soda, and I can feel the mounting pressure in my bladder and knowing I have zero choice try to relax before pushing a bit as I empty what feels like several liters of pee into my waiting diaper. Sighing softly as I do so my face flushed and distant. Whishing this wasn't so easy and familiar and hoping you don't notice I hear the obvious hissing and the swelling of your diaper “Did you manage to go in your padding, sweetie? I'm glad you're getting comfortable with it so soon. ^^ Dont mind me, I just need to check.” I pull back the waistband of your sweat pants and feel the crotch of your diaper “Oh dear... this is really full.. I think you may need a new one..” “I uhh…. Don't want to get up... I think it can hold through the second movie. Besides it's nice... Being next to you” I say trying to butter you up but also being sincere .... “God mom squeezimg my wet diaper actually felt kind of nice WTF?” I think to my self. Blushing hard M: chuckles softly and puts your pants back in place, giving you a reassuring pat “Alright, dear.. as long as you don’t start to leak on me.” ^^ I snuggle up to you, feeling the warmth of your full diaper against my lap as we watch the second movie together

Does any one know all the people your supposed to talk to? I've done the store, research lab, mayor's office, docks, grandmas house, farm, and mines but can't figure out the rest. **I figured it out*** ??

Nope. Dad was Army, but I figured it was a logical transfer in the post civil war era with all of the major powers having a change in government and the unification of North America with the military being reorganized and offensive operations de-emphasized.

||| New section up |||| A few days later in another locker room Mara and Julia were getting ready for their weekly couples workout. Julia’s outfit was pretty standard, band-t and red capri leggings. Mara’s was a bit more… specialized. The navy blue bottoms with white racing stripes looked like the kinda thing you’d see an a stereotypical anime gym class. You know the ones that look Speedos? It was actually an athletic cloth diaper, designed to be wearable without an outer layer for maximum comfort and range of motion. It had taken a bit of getting used to and definitely drew some looks but it was worth it for how light and freeing it was. It also whicked sweat like know one’s business so yay for less crotch rash. Now if Julia would just stop checking the leg guards and patting her butt every time she pulled them on like she was two. Nope she totally did not like that. Nope not at all….. They started with cardio warm up for 30min, working up a bit of sweat that Julia said looked good on her bare toned legs. Her diaper was already starting to swell a little. That would be Julia’s fault making her drink so much water, she dribbled into her special gym shorts. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, mainly because she didn’t like thinking of herself as dependent, they had kind of been falling naturally into a Cg/L relationship since…. Since the war ended…. What with Julia saying things like “A cute young thing like you needs lots of exercise to burn off energy and you should be sweaty and dirty by the end of it….” or the glaring neon signal of all the public diaper checks. It was time to admit what had been happening for years. Tonight, she was going to talk to her wife…. But first strength training! I was on my last set of squats when it happened. Julia was checking out my glistening thighs(Vain sounding yes, but I prefer it to sweaty so, sticks tongue out) under the pretense of spotting me. I tried to stand up and boom, I felt my stomach rumble and my spintcher give way. I dropped back into the squat unable to anything but stand their and bear down filling my shorts. I knew I had been feeling bloated but I though it was just the water, damn it. Julia had her phone out, recording, which was totally not activating my humiliation kink. “Awww is somebody being a little potty pants. All that straining and stretching make your tummy loose?” “Shutup damn it!” My cutting retort was severely undermined by me loudly farting at the same time, which had my evil wife cackling. Once I was done… It was the walk of shame back to locker room where Julia hauled my stink butt into one of the shower stalls. Pressing a button caused the toilet to slide out of the wall over which Mary pulled my shorts down as I pulled my top off, before dumping them out and bagging them. Then used the shower wand to clean the worst off. And no I did not moan like a little slut when she use the setting on my pucker. That is lies and slander! After that it was Julia’s turn to strip and let’s just say she was also very glistening. “You still not tired out?” I realized I had been touching myself while she soaped my back and would have flushed if I hadn’t been as red as I could possibly get all ready. “I can fix that…” I watched Julia pull a strapless out her gym bag and turn on a white noise app, gulp. “No need to be quite baby, both of us need some relief…” All I could do was squeal like the bottom bitch I am as my lovely wife entered me in one thrust and proceeded to try to pound me clean through the wall. From there it’s all blur of rough sex and several screaming climaxes on both our parts before we ended up getting dressed and walking out to the car. She would say I was leaning on her but I am adamant it was mutual. And didn’t I have something I need to talk to her about tonight?

I was kind of deliberately playing with it. What I had in mind that she talking to an audience surrogate, either like a diary or a therapist a few days later or maybe a reporter who was doing a ride along at the time.

I don't think I've ever experienced a full break. I've come close once but...... It often feels like there's the smallest degree of separation between me and my actions. A level of detachment that goes beyond apathy to never being 100% present. Like things happen to the entity that is me without actually experiencing them. It's this kind of weird barrier of static only a quantum width wide. So imperceptible that most the time I question whether I'm making it up for attention or forget whether or not it's actually there. Thanks so much for sharing girl *hugs on offer*

“Coast Guard ME Delta 1626, this is control, you are clear for final approach on landing site Northwestern Memorial.” “Copy control Delta 1626 out.” It was weird being back at the stick sometimes, a lot of mixed memories and feelings I was a pilot, VTOL and single rotor old school helos. Ospreys Iran just after the “American Rebirth Nationalist Coalition” took over and reinstated the draft. In newer smaller Jackknives and the larger VTU-160s during the uprising for the resistance. That was how my spine got fucked several different ways. Trying to dodge shoulder fired missiles while dropping people onto a rooftop. Needless to say, I couldn’t dodge all of them and getting thrown around in a metal can that is on fire and tumbling end over end does not do good things for spinal integrity. Still I would have been fine if it weren’t for that damn piece of rebar. Sigh Just breath girl. Just breath and look out at the lights. But yeah bad memories aside I love flying. It’s sound like a cliché but the freedom and control…. I feel like I found myself in it and in the worst times and even with lives on the line I could loose myself the flow. Action and reaction, just being and doing. When the war was over, I was transferred to the newly reformed coast guard and doing medevac and search/rescue. I love it, get to fly big fast machines and save lives without getting shot at? Fuck yes! Hell, my disability is actually kind of an asset on long haul flights…. Mara smirks and gives herself a quick check as well as the aircraft for final approach. Which brings us back to the present. Complex critical transplant case that a rural hospital in the Upper Peninsula wants transferred to a specialist at Northwestern. Mara nods to indicate the patient in back before focusing in on the landing, rotor wash blasting the concrete. So yeah that’s my story, I’d love to stay and chat but I’ve got post flight paper work to fill out and my wife is probably already waiting to pick me up so Hopkins will show you out. Mara walk down the rear ramp and is immediately embraced by the person waiting for and let’s an embarrassed squeak as her but is squeezed through the flight suit before both head to the locker room.

Yep I washed out of undergrad mainly because I couldn't handle the combination of high workload and lack of structure with my disability. Extra time on tests and priority scheduling just wasn't enough.

The idea of having to hand write a graduate level paper is so weird. IDK I never made it that far but isn't like everything in industry and academia typed? Like even by 1920 weren't like typewriters the standard?

I basically set this about a decade after a wave of global uprisings and revolutions kicked off by the economic collapse and pandemics of the 2020s. Hence the very Blade Runner/Judge Dread feels. ||||| So I had bit more creative juice in me and decided to make another little vignette with these characters |||| With a loud crash the dragon Borgram fell, the cheers of the alliance echoing through the mountain passes. Duramir home of the dwarves was saved…. Which made an incongruous contrast to my parents living room as I slipped the headset off to see my wife Julia standing there. “What’s up babe?” She smirked “Your butt…. Stinking up the whole house.” My face went crimson as I suddenly realized just how soaked and full my diaper was. “Your adorable like this but we need to get you cleaned up so you don’t a rash.” I could only nod and strip my leggings off before lying down on the changing mat and bed pad she had laid out. My parents could be a bit embarrassing, but they were genuinely supportive, they insisted that Julia and I take care of things as needed. No need to hide it if I needed a change I got one on the spot. “Besides it’s not like we haven’t seen it before”. Which is why my mom was completely nonplussed to see her daughter getting her ass wiped on the living room floor. “Long gaming session?” “Oh yeah May. She’s got pit stains…” Julia sniffed, exaggeratedly gagged and then tickled the offending region causing me to squeal and leak a little on the pad, adding to my growing sense of mortification. “And a diaper that was about to fall off.” “Well we can’t have that… Mara dear you want some Gatorade? I want to make sure you stay hydrated.” “Uhhh… Sure Mom” “And could you get her a fresh t-shirt May? She really did sweat through the pits on this one and the back.” Just fucking kill me Just fucking kill me…… So just as Julia was sliding a fresh diaper under me, my mom comes in with a t-shirt, wait was that a wash cloth? And a sports bottle of Gatorade. “Arms up sweaty.” Urghh fucking puns, really? Which is how I found myself completely naked and in no way feeling like a three-year-old with a sippy cup as I chugged the sports bottle while Julia wiped me down with a cold cloth. I’m am not proud of it, but it felt so good I didn’t even give a shit that my mom was basically watching my wife give me a sponge bath. It was over all too soon though as Julia pulled the clean t-shirt over my head after applying the usual cream and taping up fresh diaper. I spent the next few minutes just vibing and being held by her while mom went off to deal with some stuff. Great memories all around.

Girl you need to talk to your wife. Let her know it's too much at once. I am so glad they finally had this convo

I really liked this one ?

lol XD