LessThanSavory

The sad thing is: No matter what you do, someone will always find their way into a position of power or authority over others, and because of the kind of people who seek such things, they will inevitably use it to enforce their world views and probably to enrich themselves. Even "decentralized" systems ultimately end up with people accumulating power and/or someone running the show for their own benefit. Just look at how many crypto ideas turned into get rich quick schemes or collapsed under their own weight as everyone tried to get as big a slice of the pie as possible. Right now "religious" conservatives have the biggest combination of wealth and desire to control others, so we're stuck with their nonsense until the next group takes over and is hopefully a little less trashy. Until then, they'll try to stomp us out every time they see us.

Realistically, it's something that has to be kept private, or to particular communities and maybe if you're in the right situation an SO or someone close to you. I have no desire to share that part of myself with pretty much anyone just because of the embarrassment and judgement that inevitably come along with it. Ideally, though, I'd love if diapers were just another underwear choice that was completely unremarkable and just as much a fun fact as someone liking to eat certain foods or needing to step out every so often for a smoke break. Granted, even then it's kind of unusual to just talk to people about underwear, I think, but I would much rather have a slightly awkward topic that people ultimately don't care too much about and which people knowing about wouldn't be a big deal for than what I have now.

That's fair, though I think that would be an exception to the general rule for something in the 5k range since most of the short stories here tend towards a different direction. 5K words is a lot of words, but in terms of more general length, it's like two chapters, or maybe three if you use webnovel standards, which just isn't a lot to work with, structure-wise.

If it's all one story, I imagine 5k is fine since it's everything at once, which people probably like more than having a short story broken up anyway. Even if it wasn't a whole story, as long as it has a starting and ending point that make sense as one unit and is well written, I don't think there's any problem with a 5k word chapter.

Lol. That's kind of one of my big fears here. It makes sense as a progression in my head since I know the characters, the world, etc. but actually writing that connection between "Big adventure story" and "Diaper story" feels way more tricky than I originally thought it would be, and I can't help but worry about whether I'll do the story justice. I was also thinking about this after posting here. I have another story I kind of abandoned when life circumstances stopped me from writing which was a much more straightforward diaper story while still having a plan for (what I considered) a decent surrounding plot. I also have a much more straightforward story that I have a couple of chapters written for where the protag starts as A DL and is into the diaper portion of the event by chapter 2. I'm thinking of slowing my roll on the slow one and working a bit on the shorter and more straightforward stories first. 1. Because holy mackerel, the scope of the story is way bigger than I thought, and I really want to start with a smaller project than one that already looks like it's going to go on for like a hundred chapters. and 2. It might help to get my bearings as a writer and put out a couple of things that do exactly as you say above. I know that I definitely give more benefit of the doubt to writers I know when the start of the story seems slower or more confusing or just less diapery than I do people I've never seen before, at least. Thank you for the advice!

Many thanks for all of the advice! So, the core idea of the story is that the main protagonist has begun exploring an unknown abyss (based heavily off of the CYOA by Stellinearized, and the adaptation by Floricspacer, if anyone knows them), and finds that as he continues to go deeper into the abyss he begins to run into curses and circumstances that push him further and further into being babied by another character, and how that creates conflict with his goals and image of himself, the satisfaction he gets from the situation, how it plays into him wanting to be an explorer, etcetera. Part of the issue, at least from my perspective, is that a lot of the word count is on the exploration part, especially at the beginning before it really gets to how that ties into anything ABDL related, which I personally find fun as a thing to write about, but which means that everything takes longer to get to. Since posting this (and between a couple of awful work shifts), I've gone back into the outline to try to line it up with some of the advice given here. For example, I do think I could probably make use of dream sequences to both have diaper content earlier and maybe push things along a bit, and I am taking another look at how the things in it actually foreshadow and lead into the kink content. I also want to point out that when I say "it takes a while to get into", that's in terms of just the absolute number of words to get from zero through all of the progression and into diapers, in terms of the proportion of the currently planned story, that's still way closer to the start than the finish, so it isn't planned to be like a "the protagonist gets put in a diaper and we fade to black" situation. It's just turned into a really long project with a lot of things I want to do, but the majority of the story overall would still revolve around the main character being babied in some form or another.

So, I'm trying to get back into writing after... way too long, and am currently working on an outline for a story I want to post here. The problem being that while the story does end up revolving around ABDL themes (diapers, dependence, caring, etc.), it takes a while to build up to that... like "tens of thousands of words in the outline" kind of a while, and I'm not sure if that's a sign that I should either majorly rework things, or just look at rewriting it as a non-abdl story in the first place. I want to write it as a slow progression kind of story since that's what I enjoy, but I'm kind of running into the problem of not being sure if it works as is since it feels like it takes way too long to get to the diaper stuff for someone who wants to read it because they are interested in that, but the fact that it gets to diapers at all is probably a deal breaker for people who aren't into it. So, how long do you think is too long to get to the juicy bits? Am I just overthinking it, or is writing a story around a niche topic that takes too long to get to the niche a losing game?

Author Note: Sorry for the slowness of the new chapters, I've been sick, so I've been at my grandpa's with no internet :( On the bright side I have a good amount written now (ending editing). Debug Day 3 part 2: Diaper Development Take 2 Okay. Let's see… Standing up from my bed for the first time today, I walked over to the corner where the modified diaper was sitting in a heap before picking it up and turning it over in my hand a few times. The result of my first editing attempt was lackluster to say the least. It was basically just an infant sized diaper that had been stretched to adult size. The padding was only enough to accommodate an infant, the tapes were clearly not meant for adult movement in mind, one having already ripped off of the back. Additionally, by making it "generic" I had basically made it into a dull white brief that was basically exactly what you would think of if someone told you to imagine a dollar store brand of depends. I reopened the debug menu and moved to its page. I scrolled through the description and properties trying to work out what I would start with. Well, let's go with the obvious. "The left tape has torn due to tension." Okay. Deleting that sentence. As soon as the sentence was removed, the diaper shimmered briefly before settling down. A quick tug at the left tape showed that it was indeed reconnected. That said, it would definitely rip if I used it again unless I held perfectly still while wearing it. So, to head off the issue, I replaced the sentence which indicated it was torn with one that would hopefully make it usable. "The tapes will never break due to tension caused by movement within the normal human range of motion." So it might seem a little odd to specify "due to tension caused by...", but I feel like absolutes are generally (but not always) a bad move. On the off chance that a diaper gets caught in machinery or something, I'd rather not have that on my conscience because it just dragged a whole man into a meat grinder or something. I gave the tapes a few experimental yanks, before deciding that it was good enough for casual use. Okay, let's stick to the tapes (hah. Stick to tape.) for a moment. Even if they won't snap due to tension, the tape on the end can still give out. In the case of this particular diaper, since it was based off of a cheap baby diaper, it was cloth backed and the tapes were basically velcro. Personally, I never really liked cloth backing as much since it sometimes allowed smell or slight dampness through to the front, but one thing at a time. Focusing on the velcros for a moment, I searched through the menu for a place to make an edit, finding it in the description of the maximum grip strength of the tapes. I quickly deleted it in favor of a much simpler sentence reading "the tapes will remain in place unless manually pulled off". I also took the time when I was thinking about things sticking and pulling to make the leg guards slightly thicker so no glue would be exposed. With that, the first part is done. Now onto the padding, I guess. I was immediately faced with a dilemma. My first instinct was to make the padding as thick and fluffy as I possibly could. Maximum floof is something I always look for in a diaper. On the other hand, if it gets too big it might be hard to actually do things. After a few minutes of deliberation, I decided on a middle ground of about an inch and a half thick of padding. Enough for lots of comfort, but not so much that I would be unable to move in (probably). I also adjusted the capacity to a lofty ten liters. No way do I use all of it, but never having a leak would be nice, and I'm not much a fan of feeling like I'm sitting in a puddle. When I changed the capacity, several other parameters changed automatically. The absorbent material of the padding changed from SAP to a chemical formula I couldn't decipher, the backing material also changed to a slightly more plasticy feeling material. I inspected the changed parameters for a while and came to the conclusion that it was a change due to the previous materials being unable to accommodate the ridiculous capacity, a similar change had been made to information on the tapes. Which made sense since something had to change for my statements to be true, but which also kind of worried me because something changed without my input. Cool? Scary? Both? I think I'll chalk it up into the "useful mechanic, but watch out for that" category for now. I continued to play around for a while longer, checking for how the properties were related to each other and what changed what. Most of the changes after the absorbency were goofing around that I was careful to change back. Though a gigantic diaper that doubles as a beanbag chair, may be cool, the world (and my legs) just couldn't handle it right now. Speaking of "the world": as I was adjusting the diaper, it occured to me that my end goal would probably take me in the direction of making the world see diapers as a normal thing for everyone. I have two problems for that at the moment. First: I kind of like it not being just a thing everyone wears. I like the difference of it. I like the idea of having a girlfriend mommy me. I would also be disgusted if I went home for break and saw my dad in a full diaper. Cute girls in diapers? Yes. Family members and other men in diapers? Not so yes. The second, and more practical, issue is that the news reports on the pacifier demand are pretty concerning. If I just change things all at once then we're looking at billions of people using multiple diapers (and associated cleaning supplies) per day. The word "shortage" doesn't even begin to cover it. I need a way to do this with a bit more tact if I don't want to risk pandemonium. I guess I could up the production of manufacturers, but I'd be terrified of the idea of suddenly changing heavy machinery in large-scale ways. Hmm. Okay! It's settled. Operation: Diaper World will be put on hold for now until I come up with a good solution. For now, I want to focus on improving my own life. And the first step to that is trying on this cool custom diaper! I quickly undressed, grabbed the diaper and hopped on my bed, adjusting myself to make sure it was under me just right. After a moment of fidgeting around I brought the front of the diaper up and carefully taped myself in. Unfortunately, I suck at fastening tapes, so I had to readjust them a few times until everything was nice and snug (and not totally crooked). On the bright side, the tapes worked perfectly, so I was able to adjust them a few times and they still held up after a few experimental pulls. Satisfied that my diaper was on straight, I stood and made my way into the bathroom to check how it looked in the mirror. The oversized baby diaper looked almost comical on me, the bulk forcing my legs slightly apart and giving a slightly odd impression, well odder than a grown man wearing a super sized diaper in front of a mirror would normally give. Finally, I started the final part of the test. Relaxing my body, I let out the pee I'd been holding in since yesterday and let it flood my diaper. A loud hissing sound filled the bathroom and the front of my diaper got warm extremely fast, but despite the sudden flood, the padding seemed to suck everything up immediately, not even allowing the leg guards a chance to do their stuff. Once the stream had stopped I tried squishing my legs together a few times, but nothing came back out of the padding. Whatever replaced the SAP was doing one heck of a good job. I reached down and gave the front a few prods and squeezes, confirming the warmth and the noticeably increased weight, in the process giving a little too much attention to one particular part that quickly reacted to the combination of stimulus from the wet soft padding and the pressure from my hand by demanding more. All in all, the day's activities had taken me to about 7:30 pm. A quick rationalization told me that even though I hadn't eaten or drank anything today, I'd have time for that even if I had a little fun first. The horny part of my brain quickly overwhelmed the hungry and sleepy parts as I made my way over to my plastic tote and began looking for something to have some fun with.

So, I wanted to say that I apologize if the story is boring or slow going. It's probably not going to be super abdl for several chapters while I figure out exactly what I'm writing and how to write it. I have no intention of putting Leston in an actual bad end situation, but I'm thinking of putting the potential bad end scenarios in a different mini story thread thing, if anyone is interested.

Debug Day 3: Failure, Success, and How (Not?) to Proceed. My alarm went off at the usual time: 9:30 am. Not like I have anything to do today anyway. Well, today's Saturday, so that bit of self-deprecation is moot. I feel like crap, okay? I spent all day yesterday with my head covered with a pillow, locked in my room thinking about how stupid I am. I've never been good with failure or embarrassment, so having both hit me in the face just completely drained me of the will to do things. I feel like I've calmed down a little, but I still have to wince every time I think about just how distracted I was. That whole thing was so avoidable, but I pulled a clueless protagonist move because I was too eager to actually change something, and wound up paying for it. Okay. Calm down. Let's reassess. First things first: the pacifier test was successful, I think. Dr. Gonzales only mentioned that the pacifier shouldn't have been there, she didn't say anything about the pacifier itself being odd. Looking for secondary confirmation, I grabbed my laptop, which had stayed in it's bag all day yesterday, and opened it up. A familiar loud combination whirring and rattling sound served to let me know both that it was starting up and that it was in desperate need of a replacement. I can do that later. I know saying that means I'll probably forget, but whatever. After the requisite minute of waiting around for it to load, I entered my password, waited another minute, then managed to get my browser open. On a side note: Would you think of me as paranoid if I told you that I took an extra few seconds to open an incognito tab so that none of my searches would be saved? Nobody really uses my computer, but I always worry about the off chance that I leave it open at my parents' house or something. Back on topic, I immediately went over to Said-It in the hopes of seeing something mentioned about pacifiers. I quickly searched the front page of s/ABDL, but didn't find anything out of the ordinary. Questions about brands, a picture of a guy showing off his first diaper, a question about leak guards, but nothing about pacifiers suddenly being socially acceptable. Maybe it only affects people around me? or maybe it only affected the one pacifier? Confused, I decided to look for the general news of the last two days only to be shocked. The top post on the front page of s/News read as follows: Global Markets Shocked by Wild Change in Pacifier Demand. Clicking into the article brought me to NCC, where several similarly related articles filled the sidebar. The gist of the article was this: Yesterday morning a sudden increase in the demand for pacifiers occured. Retail stores suddenly had all of their stock fly off the shelves, and niche companies that previously never reached the public eye suddenly found themselves with an excessively large number of orders, which caused them to both sell out, and also caused huge delays as they scrambled to meet the sudden demand for their pacifiers which their infrastructure was completely unequipped to manage. The most interesting thing to me was how the whole thing was framed. The demand for pacifiers wasn't questioned at all, it was as if it was completely expected that hundreds of millions of people would be looking for them, what was considered off were the facts that A. There was such a shortage of such a common product. And B. That the people looking for them somehow found that they didn't own one at all. The comment section was full of theories like "mass hysteria" and "corporate scheme", but those were the only questioning comments. The rest were along the lines of "I can't believe I didn't already have a pacifier" or "My store ran out right before I got there." Closing my laptop for a moment, my eyes drifted up to the ceiling, randomly landing in a blank white spot completely indistinguishable from the rest of the ceiling. … I don't know how to feel about this. On one hand, it seems like I can change social norms, though not as conveniently as I would like. At least not by just changing a line of description about who uses it. This opens up the path to making things pretty much however I want. On the other hand, I still feel pretty upset at myself for yesterday. If I had just been judged not smart enough, then that would be one thing. If you can't hack it you can't hack it. If I just wasn't a good fit personality-wise, I could accept that too. Lab work requires cooperation and getting along with your teammates. Some labs even have their teams wind up looking like a group of best friends, or have the members live in the same house and divide up the rent. If you can't get along with the group, you're a liability, and it can't be helped. But this was a completely preventable and idiotic mistake. I had never in my life done lab work without wearing a coat and goggles. I'd seen what acid could do to skin, and wanted no part in it. I'd also never left anything that shouldn't get chemicals on it on my workspace. I didn't consider that the pacifier might be a specifically bad thing, I can own up to that, but I never would have just put it there on a normal day. I made the classic fantasy mistake of letting my mind put basic common sense on the back burner while I obsessed over what I wanted in the short term. If anything, I should count myself lucky that it was just bombing an interview and making a fool of myself rather than blowing something up or lobotomizing myself. Yep. If anything, the learning opportunity means this is a win! … … Yeah, no, that's a load of horse crap. I wanted that job sooo badly! I clutched my head and kicked my feet at the air, stopping only when my foot hit a decidedly not air dresser. If anything I felt even more frustrated, but the rational part of me knew I had to calm down and think of a solution logically, no matter how much I would prefer to just kick and scream. Also, I don't want to freak out the other guys in the apartment. Collapsing back down onto my bed, I opened up my debug menu, hoping that looking around would give me some ideas. Scrolling on Dr. Gonzales' page, I couldn't help but pause. If I just tweaked things a little, I could probably get the job and maybe more. Really, the sky's the limit. A certain part of me gave a small twitch as my mind went through a few ideas of just how much I could make Dr. Gonzales do for me, but I quickly pushed the thought away. No matter how else I might screw up, I refuse to do that. Directly taking advantage of someone or controlling their actions is a no. I need to set that as an absolute rule for myself or I'll definitely slip right down the slope and into hell. Come to think of it, I haven't actually set myself any rules have I? Maybe it's superfluous, especially if I'm the only one holding me accountable, but I'd at least feel a little better about myself if I wrote them down somewhere. At the very least it would give me something to affirm if I start thinking in an evil direction. Opening up my journal, I flipped to the inside cover. It was still paper, but there were no lines, so I'm pretty confident that I'll be writing crooked. Whatever, nobody else reads it anyway. Debug Rules The debug menu will never be used to override free will. Killing, maiming, or otherwise harming people is forbidden except in life or death situations. The debug menu must not be used to make changes which may become irreversible either due to my lack of knowledge or due to preventing me from changing things back. The debug menu should only be used for my personal benefit if all other necessary actions have been taken to ensure my health, safety, and success. The debug menu should not be used to change fundamental issues or functions until such a time as I understand how such changes would affect others. Nobody else can use the debug menu. Amendments to the above should not be made except in absolutely extreme cases, and new rules may be added at any time that they should become necessary. Okay. That looks good for now, I think. At the very least it should cover the basic mistakes I shouldn't make. As I closed the journal and tossed it onto my desk, I felt the familiar rippling feeling of the curtain between reality and its rules being affected. Panicked, I ran over to my desk and flipped open the journal to see if the rules page had changed anything, but everything looked the same. I'm sure something has changed, but I don't know what. Everything looks the same, and the contents of the rules match what's written in the journal about me writing the rules. Not being able to figure out what happened had set me on edge. The only thing worse than seeing unintended changes is knowing that they happened and being unable to tell what changed! After a few minutes of going through my menu and checking things to make sure nothing seemed too out of the ordinary, I gave up my search and decided to just keep an eye out for anything weird. I didn't want to stop looking, but there's a functionally infinite number of things that can change, and I can't possibly go through them all at once. Still slightly nervous, I turned and picked up my phone to check the time. 1:34 pm. Okay, I spent longer than I expected reading articles and thinking of rules, but I still have half the day left. With my schedule clear and my energy partially returned, I turned to face the perfect thing to spend the rest of my day on: the modified diaper in the corner, exactly where it had been the last two days. Okay then… How should I go about this?

Thanks for the compliment! And also the information! Sorry you ended up lost, I'll try to keep improving on clarity and explanations. I can also edit the chapters to expand on anything that I glossed over or anything like that if you or anyone else ever wants to point out something I didn't explain too well. Hope you enjoy the future chapters!

Really like the story so far! Can't wait to learn more about this wizard of odd.

Debug Error Designation: Initialization Processing complete. Error Designation Description Edit has been resolved by the initialization of Debug subroutine Troubleshooter. Processing. Processing.. Processing… Processing complete. Integration of subroutine Troubleshooter and subroutine Journal Log complete. Designation Journal complete. Processing next Error… Debug Error Designation Unintended Journal Entry reported. Error report: Description of object Leston's Journal requires recording of significant thoughts and events. Analysis of Leston Savaric's thoughts qualify events within Leston Savaric's dreams as significant, however thought records indicate that his intention did not include recording of dreams. Resolving. Resolving.. Resolution: permanent termination of REM sleep in Leston Savaric. Processing… Process failed. Reason: Long term absence of REM sleep in humans may lead to deleterious effects. Conflict with Leston Savaric's objective "happiness". Reconfiguring… Debug Error Designation Processing Speed reported. Error report: processing speed deemed insufficient for designated goal "troubleshooting". Resolving. Resolving.. Resolution: increase energy input. Locating energy source. Processing. Processing.. Processing complete. Black hole designation: None has been linked to Program Debug. Black hole designation set to Battery1. Resolving prior error. Resolution: Create subpages of Leston Savaric's Journal for records of unconscious thought and subroutine Journal Processing complete. Data recorded from point of initialization of subroutine Troubleshooter. Entering rest mode. Debug Day 2: Day of the Interview with Dr. Gonzales. I woke up to the sound of strings playing ominous cords with increasing volume. I had chosen the alarm tone because it was less likely to scare the heck out of me than loud one, but frankly it kind of creeps me out, especially when I have to get up before sunrise. Also? I feel like garbage. Sitting up in bed I noticed that my bottom half was totally nude. A brief glance around let me find the modified baby diaper in a corner of the room with one tape popped. I probably got sick of it while I was half asleep and threw it off. Note to self: work on making decent diapers before experimenting with bed wetting. With that in mind I stood and stretched. A series of pops rose from around my body as I prepared to get ready to go. I walked over to my dresser and wound up just absently staring at it for a moment as my brain re-entered sleep mode. Now I know six hours isn't a lot, but I almost feel like I didn't sleep at all. Snapping myself back to attention I grabbed my clothes and hopped into the shower. My mind started to wander as I soaped up. What could I do? What experiments are there to run? How will this interview go? I paused halfway through shampooing my hair as the thought hit me: Could I use the debug menu to make the interview go in my favor? Glancing ahead at my debug screen, I could see a few parameters on my own screen that could be useful. Things like charisma, persuasion, and suggestion which I didn't quite know a hundred percent, but which sound useful. On the reverse, there were things like suggestibility, gullibility, and so on that seemed that they'd make me easier to control. If I tweaked the professor's brain a bit, I could get them to give me the position. Heck, I could get them to do anything I want. In fact, I could get anyone to do anything I want. My mind started to wander as it considered just how far I could abuse my powers, but I was cut short from a sudden pain. The shampoo in my hair had started dripping into my eyes, which of course burns like crazy. Interestingly enough, though, I can still see the debug menu with my eyes closed. After a few minutes of rinsing my eyes and completing the cleaning process, I returned to my room dressed and ready to face the day. My professor had told me that the interviewing professor, also known as the department chair, was someone relatively laid back who probably wouldn't appreciate me showing up like I was ready for an interview at a fortune 500 company. To that end, I'd decided on regular blue jeans that I usually wear in the lab with a black button up over it. I figured it would give me some level of plausible deniability if they thought I was trying to dress up while still looking relatively professional. Taking advantage of my hair being wet and therefore easy to manipulate, I pulled it back into a ponytail. Unlike most black men I don't really cut my hair that often, so it stays about shoulder length despite the curliness. While I usually just let it do its own thing, I figured pulling it back might look just a little bit better. People say they don't care about appearance, but they still register it on some level Finally judging myself to be in decent condition, I grabbed my phone and headphones, checked my backpack and laptop case to make sure I had all my things, and prepared to walk out of my room before the modified diaper from yesterday caught my eye. My heart seemed to freeze for a moment as I recalled that I was putting off what I really wanted to do in order to go to this interview, but I quickly pushed it aside. There would be plenty of time to do things when I got back, besides which, today is Friday, so I have the whole weekend ahead of me. After taking a deep breath, I opened the door and made doubly sure that I locked it behind me. The walk to my campus is basically non-existent given that the apartments were made right across the street, and so about six minutes after leaving my room I was in front of the lab I've been working in. Currently I'm doing undergrad work to get credit for my bachelor's degree in chemistry. Because I'm an undergrad and it's necessary for me to graduate, the work I do is unpaid, or rather, I pay for the class that requires me to do the research. If I can get a position at the department chair's lab, though, I can kill two birds with one stone. It counts for research hours and I get paid for my work. I could do what I need to and eat something other than ramen noodles and beans and rice every once in a while. If I'm careful, I might even be able to afford some more… personal purchases. With my hopes high I entered the lab. Or at least tried to. Like an idiot I slammed my face into the door when it didn't open. Looking at my phone informed me that it was only seven o'clock, a time at which nobody would be there to open the door for me. The earliest birds get there around eight, the same time my interview is meant to start, but that was a bit of an issue to me. For this interview I needed to present the results of my most recent experiment which would be great except that it wasn't finished. The original plan was to finish it yesterday, but that went out the window for what I hope are obvious reasons. I figured I could knock out the last few minutes of mixing and writing before my interview, but I didn't think about the chance that nobody would be here. Okay, what are my options here. Call for security to open the door. Open the door myself. Give up and fall back on magic powers. Honestly explain to the professor that I didn't finish my work and ask for mercy. One is a no go since security won't open a lab for an undergrad because of some "safety" nonsense. Two isn't really an option since getting caught picking a lock would be the end of my college career. Three I'll keep as back up. Four is probably a fast track to getting passed over and a black mark on my record interacting with professors going forward. Okay, so that leaves me with… give up? ... Ha just kidding, I have magic now! "Alohomora!" … Yeah, I didn't think that would work either. Okay, let's see. Debug menu. Door. Properties… locked = false. It seemed a little too easy to be true given that I'd only ever screwed up the first try on changing things, but sure enough I reached out to the handle, gave it a turn and it opened easy as pie. Well, success is a nice change of pace. Turning on the light in the lab, I walked over to my station and pulled out my materials. All I really needed to do was add test tube A to beaker B and dry it out, which should be like twenty minutes. I set about my work at as brisk a pace as I could while still being wary of the risk of spilling acid on myself. After a few minutes of frantically moving glassware around, I set up the filter and turned it on. Now I wait. Very patiently. If I screw something up while messing around, then the interview is done for. I understand now how dogs feel when they have a treat in front of them and hear "Wait". Fortunately, I am renowned for my patience and therefore managed to wait. For about a minute and a half. Judge me how you will, but I defy anyone in my situation to do better! It should be fine as long as I make sure my changes are small enough to go unnoticed. As tempting as it is to try turning my underwear into something more padded or my undershirt into a super comfortable onesie, I decided on something a little more subtle. It would also serve as a chance to experiment on how my ability affects other humans without being too invasive. From my bag, I pulled out a pacifier with a black mouth guard. Specifically the kind you might find on a website catering to abdls. It had the right shape, and was made from the right materials to emulate the real thing, but it still felt somehow clinical to me. Despite the makers' efforts, it still looked far from the kind a baby might use. It didn't bother me that much, but it still always kind of bugged me for some reason. That said, the appearance isn't what I intend to change for now. When looking at the properties of some of the things I had around, I noticed an interesting section on the paci. Description: A plastic pacifier usually used to soothe infants which has been scaled up to fit an adult's mouth. Changing the description on my journal allowed me to make it automatically record, so what if I changed the section that designated pacifiers as something typically used by infants? My heart started racing as I prepared to make a change on a much greater scale than the previous ones. On one hand, I was excited to test out what would happen and to see just what my abilities would do. On the other hand, what if something goes wrong? If I'm right I might just change social norms as a whole. Which might be great or might have disastrous effects. I chose one of my pacifiers because it was something relatively innocuous that shouldn't cause too much unexpected backlash if things go wrong. At the very least it shouldn't result in me having the mind of an infant or just straight up dying. It still has a chance of something catastrophic happening, but this felt like a leap I had to take. The potential of the debug menu is potentially infinite. I could change the world to my whim, or even the universe if I figured out how. I'm honestly scared of something going wrong, and maybe I'm jumping the gun here, but I feel like I have to test this at some point. I don't have the fortitude to just sit on this sort of power and wonder "what if" forever, and the usability of pacifiers is about the simplest perception change I can think of right now. Taking a deep breath I mentally adjusted the section of the description to read "A plastic pacifier commonly used as a soother for people of all ages. It is as commonly used as chewing gum." I don't know if that was too much or too little or what, but it seemed good enough to cover my bases. Nothing seemed to have changed other than the description, so I took some time to go through the rest of my pacifier's information trying to find anything that might cause something to break with the changed description. Things like the color, dimension, composition and so on were listed just like they were for the journal, to the extent that I was almost amazed at how much data there was on just this one pacifier. Quick note: the descriptions of objects are actually extremely long. I noticed that the journal description was pretty short in the last entry, but I think that's just because I didn't consider things like the number of pages or the specific wavelengths of light it absorbed to be significant. As I scrolled down the information my mind was snapped back to the lab by a light knocking at the door, followed by the sound of the doorknob turning. "Good morning, are you Mr. Savaric?" The person who walked in was a Hispanic woman who looked like she was about in her thirties. Her hair was cut to a bit above her shoulders. Combined with her secrataryesque glasses and lab coat, she looked extremely smart and just a little intimidating. "Ah. Yeah. Leston Savaric. Pleased to meet you." I quickly stood up to greet her. Honestly I was expecting an older Indian man named Dr. Chakraborty, as I remember him being the department head, but I'm not dumb enough to not recognize the person clearly here to speak to me as my interviewer. "I don't believe we've met Mr. Savaric. I'm Dr. Gonzales, I'll be taking over as the department chair and head researcher here at the inorganics lab starting this month." She continued on in a cheery manner as she made her way across the lab to where I was stationed. My first impression was that she was about as laid back as I expected, if surprisingly young. As she approached my lab bench, I extended my hand for a hand shake, trying my best to put on a professional looking face despite my nervousness. Rather than my hand, though, her gaze was directed at my bench, right where the pacifier was. My heart froze as I waited for her to say something. Had I failed? What's my excuse for having a pacifier? My little cousin's stuff ended up in my lab bag? Will she notice the size? Still silent, Dr. Gonzales turned to me with a disapproving frown as she looked over me a couple of times. "Mr. Savaric, I'm going to be honest, I have a hard time believing that you are actually a senior chemistry student." Crap. Mission failed! "Not only are you not wearing a lab coat or goggles, but you really left a pacifier sitting on a bench where you're working with chemicals." Wait what? "This position is meant for students who have shown that they are capable of working in a professional lab environment, and that includes observing lab safety guidelines." "Uh, the pacifier…" "While pacifiers are not specifically prohibited by the guidelines against food and drink, I think it should be obvious that anything you put in your mouth qualifies, especially when it's sitting exposed on a bench alongside caustic chemicals." Looking at myself confirmed to me that I had, in fact, forgotten my lab coat while distracted by the debug stuff. Furthermore, it should be obvious that anything that goes in your mouth should be kept away from areas with chemicals. These are such simple mistakes! I never would have made them under normal circumstances! Desperate to salvage the situation, I tried to come up with some sort of excuses, but I was cut off right as my mouth opened. "Mr. Savaric, I've been told a lot of very positive things about you, but this sort of failure to respect the very basics of lab safety is simply unacceptable, both for a prospective member of our research team, and for any chemistry student in a lab environment. If you don't have proper PPE, I'm going to have to ask you to grab your things and exit the lab." Half in a daze, and unable to muster up the strength to argue in my own defense, I picked up my bags and started walking to the door. "Mr. Savaric." A spark of hope lit in my heart. Maybe, just maybe, she might offer me a chance to redeem myself! As I turned around, I was met with the sight of her gingerly holding my pacifier by the ring, her arm outstretched as if to keep the germs as far away from her as possible. "Your pacifier?" I walked back across the room lifelessly and took it from her before pocketing it, trying not to notice as she wiped her hand on her coat, but unable to ignore the gesture she made afterwards to shoo me out of the lab. I started walking, and everything blurred. Before I noticed, I was back in my room, and had collapsed on my bed. I reached into my pocket, pulled out the pacifier, and threw the it at the opposite wall before sighing in annoyance at myself upon thinking about how I'd lose my deposit if the plastic cracked the wall. Not wanting to look at the wall, I checked my phone, which told me that it was only 8:20 in the morning. I usually wasn't even awake by now, but I now had zero energy to do anything for the rest of the day. I put my pillow over my head, closed my eyes, and tried not to think about how stupidly I had screwed up. (Author's Note: is there a way to post twice without them merging? Also: sorry for the trouble, I'm not sure what happened to the spacing, but it should be fixed now.)

Author's Note: Thanks for the compliments! I'm glad I at least got off to a good start, and hope that I can continue to improve as I go. I will apologize for the fact that I can be pretty rambly about details and technobabble. I get paranoid that I won't explain something well enough and it will wind up confusing, so I end up rambling sometimes, which is obviously showing up in my writing. Things to work on. Debug Day 1: Starting Small "Ahem… Sphinx of black quartz! Judge my vow!" After saying my line and posing maybe a little too dramatically and for no real reason, I crossed my fingers and walked back across my bedroom to my bed, or more particularly, my journal which was sitting on top of it. After a few moments of hesitation and a deep breath, I opened up the notebook and flipped to the page I'd designated for my first day of experiments. There, written in handwriting identical to my own, were the words you are currently reading. "Yes!" I couldn't help but give a short cheer after confirming that my first real set of experiments had concluded successfully. After all, it proves that my ability really can alter reality. The first test was a relatively simple one: alter this journal and try to make it so that it automatically records any events I myself would write about, but in real time. Well, the concept is simple in theory, at least. In practice it took me about six hours to work out how to make my debug console (which is what I will be calling this universe… interface… thing) actually do what I wanted it to. To start with, I'm relatively good at science. Not good enough to restructure the molecular structure of whatever I want, but good enough to know that trying and failing could be catastrophic. Imagine trying to make lead into gold, and then accidentally creating a radioactive mass that tears your DNA apart then explodes in half a picosecond. No. Thanks. So with that in mind I decided to start by making changes to function and letting the technical stuff go along with it. To start with, I used my journal, mostly because it was right there when I woke up. After scrolling through a bunch of structural information I found a description. Description: A leather-bound notebook commonly used by chemists at Lorem University. Leston Savaric uses it to record his actions. It was surprisingly videogamey, but I had decided to just let interface questions go. I didn't know if it was flavor text or if the description reflected it's information, so I decided to start with a simple change. I added the word "black" to make it "A black leather-bound notebook…" The result? A success… technically. I did succeed in changing the color, and therefore confirming that changing descriptions could change the information, but the result was a completely black notebook, both the binding and the pages. Now, I don't know what you know about colors, but black is probably not a color you've ever truly seen. True black is a "color" created by completely absorbing light. Since nothing bounces off of it and into your eye, it just appears like a hole in space. As cool as it may look, a journal that's basically just a rectangle of pure darkness is not what I'd call useful, so I removed "black" and it returned to its original appearance. After a few tries I managed to come up with a proper description of "A notebook bound in very dark brown leather etc." Which looked basically like what people normally use as black. Finally, I changed the final sentence to "It records actions Leston Savaric considers significant." which brings us back to where we are. Having confirmed that my first tests were a success, I closed the journal, flopped onto my mattress, and let out a long sigh. The amount of tension I built up over editing a sentence was almost funny if you exclude the "reality warping" thing. Actually, scratch that, you should never exclude the reality warping thing. I need to stay cautious of even the most minor changes. My goal is to have fun (and also maybe world peace or something), which seems easy, but I've been reading abdl stories for a while now, you see. I've read possible outcomes for irresponsible magic users. The tales of the bathrobed old man often end with reality changed in a way that locks the main character in and puts them in an unwanted situation they can't undo all because they went too far and bit off more than they could chew. There are also plenty of creative ways to get totally screwed through simple ignorance or bad luck if the writings of a certain lengthy weapon are to be in any way considered. And while that may be some people's thing, I have a strict preference for being in control of my situation, so I want to avoid a "bad end" if at all possible. With that in mind, I decided to start from the most simple task: making my ideal diaper. Newly energized by the thought, I turned myself and jumped out of bed. After walking to my door and making sure that it was properly locked so that I wouldn't get any unwelcome intruders, I walked to my closet and slid a large blue plastic tote out of the closet and into the center of my room. The tote, which is about three by one by two, has long been my trusty hiding place for things that would be hard to explain should anyone come into my room. The lid came off with a familiar plastic cracking sound, followed by the rustle of cloth as I removed the extra fitted sheets and shower curtains that were covering up the important stuff. Finally, after moving a half dozen unrelated items, the familiar smell of diapers and silicone toys hit my nose. My heart raced a little faster as I thought for a moment about what I could do with the other fun stuff in the box, but my mind quickly returned to the task at hand as I found my original target. Reaching in, I pulled out a baby diaper which was much too small for me. I usually used them as extra padding when I had more clinical briefs like you might find in the incontinence aisle at Walmart, but the numbers were always a little mismatched, so when I ran out of Depends a couple of weeks ago, I still had one of these left. Unfortunately, it was all I had left. I've been trying to finish up a chemistry degree here at Lorem U, and haven't had time to get a job. My parents are generously helping me afford my supplies while a scholarship pays for my classes and apartment, but I don't have much in the way of spending money, and I can't exactly ask my mom for an extra forty bucks to spend on the premium stuff without her wondering where it's going. But I digress. Turning the knock-off huggy over in my hand confirmed a couple of things. First: It was small. I don't know the exact size since I tossed the package a while ago, but it's definitely too small for a grown man of average size and slightly above average weight. It also wasn't too impressive in the padding department. I figured it would be enough to keep the carpet dry if a baby used it, but that's about it. Finally: it had a tacky red flower print over it that didn't change its function, but did hurt my eyes and remind me that this was something I impulse bought at the corner store for dirt cheap. After looking it over, I set it on top of the tote and moved it across from my bed so I could take a seat. Opening my menu, I found its description. Description: A Cornercorp brand diaper. Size 3. It is unused and currently in its folded state. Okay, that's not helpful. Size 3 doesn't tell me what to change to make it usable. Okay let's see. First things first, I deleted the brand name to see what would happen. The result was that the diaper on my bed rippled a bit and settled in a shape that was more or less the same, but without the design on the front. Maybe it's a bit bulkier? Description: a generic white diaper suited to babies in the twenty to thirty pound range. It is currently unused and neatly folded. Okay, that's better. I feel like I've taken a step forward. Next up is the size. Description: a generic white diaper suited to adults in the 150-175 pound range. It is currently unused and neatly folded. The diaper in front of me had once again changed. This time it was about the size of a premium adult diaper, though it still had the same cloth-like texture and two tapes as before. Seeing that it was about the right size, my patience evaporated in an instant, I quickly undressed and unfolded the newly sized diaper on my bed. I found myself too excited to worry about busting out the powder and wipes and the whole nine yards, so I simply plopped myself down on the bed, adjusted the diaper beneath me until I was satisfied and pulled it up before taping it as snugly as I could. The result was… okay, I guess? The tapes hadn't been strengthened when the size increased, so they felt like they were about to pop. The leg guard felt loose enough that I had no confidence in being able to use it without leaking. The padding itself was the same size, just covering a larger area, so it was there, just extremely thin. Overall, it was about what I'd expect from stretching out a diaper meant for infants to cover an adult. And so my first time putting on a diaper in a few weeks ended in disappointment. I may have been able to solve the problem given a little more time, but a quick glance at my phone informed me that it was about to be midnight, and I had to be up in six hours to go to the lab for. an.. inter… Crap! I totally forgot that I had to meet with my professor tomorrow! It completely slipped today because of course it did! but tomorrow wasn't just a class, it was an interview for a lab position! I have to get there early to prep my materials so that I can be totally prepared to get to my interview at eight on the dot. I can't just skip it, but I don't want to go! I have so much stuff I can do now, and I haven't had any real time to explore it! Do I even need a degree or a job anymore? Can't I just magic (read: science) up some money and be set? No. It could backfire genie style if I'm not careful. I need to maintain some sort of grounding in reality… But I don't wanna! I began pacing from my bed to my closet and back trying to think of a way to have my cake and eat it too. Every so often feeling a small sting as the oddly scaled leg guards exposed a bit of glue that pulled on my leg hair. I kept at it for about half an hour, going over the pros and cons of just relying on the debug menu to get through life, before I finally felt too tired to keep walking. In the end, I think I should go. This is important to the career I want, so I just have to bear with it, do my interview, and get back to my experiments when I get home. A feeling of frustration washed over me as I settled on a plan of action. The same feeling I'd get when I got a new video game, but had to stop halfway through the plot to do some chores or the feeling of getting your favorite food, and just having to smell it while you walk it home before you can eat.. The feeling of knowing that you have things to do, and therefore have to put off what you really want to do, one way or another. Heaving the most discontent sigh I could muster, I flopped onto my bed and covered myself with my blanket. In the darkness, I shifted to a more comfortable position and heard a dull "pop". One of the tapes snapped.

Hello all, So... I've never properly written anything before, so I've decided to just start writing and hopefully learn and develop a proper style along the way. I don't expect my story to develop into a work of art, but feedback is appreciated. My goal for now is to improve to the point that one day someone stops mid-fap to appreciate my writing. Thanks in advance! Debug Debug Day 0: What are the Odds? I think that probability is a pretty funny thing. You never really think about it, but nothing actually has a zero percent chance of happening. A physics teacher of mine once stood in front of the class and poked his finger into his palm over and over. He told us that the atoms that make up his hand are constantly moving around and that if he were to keep poking at his hand forever, at some point they would align in just the perfect way that his finger would go through his palm. I don’t know if that was actually true, and I didn’t get the chance to find out because physics class may feel like an eternity, but they actually last somewhere in the range of an hour. I also don’t know if atoms are really that random since I am pretty sure there’s like an electromagnetic force kind of thing that prevents it regardless of specific arrangement. Either way, I’m getting off topic. The point is that some really weird crap can happen given an infinite number of chances, for example: did you know that energy has a wavelength? Or something, I’m still a little fuzzy on the details myself. What I can say with some confidence is that the entire universe has something like an average frequency it vibrates at, and after who knows how many cycles of expanding and contracting, it seems that something that matched that frequency perfectly popped into existence for just one moment. It’s me (or more specifically my brainwaves). You know it’s me, there’d be no point in me writing all this otherwise, right? I wish I had some cool kind of “Aliens descended and proclaimed me the chosen one” moment, but honestly I just suddenly felt really really sick. At first I thought it was an asthma attack given that I suddenly couldn’t catch my breath and the fact that those are pretty common for me, but then I took my inhaler and didn’t feel any better. Then I thought it was heat stroke or something since my head hurt and I started sweating like crazy. I thought it would make sense given that I was wearing a dark shirt with a dark jacket over my dark skin and sizeable curly black hair combined with the fact that it was the middle of the afternoon in June (afterjune?) in Texas, so I shuffled over to a nearby tree and sat for a second in the shade to see if taking a rest in a slightly cooler place would help. It didn’t. I was going to start running to the nearest store to see if drinking some water would help, when suddenly my head stopped aching, instead of an ache it felt like someone put a row of ice picks along the top of my head and started hammering away. I don’t know if I screamed or fainted or what, but I felt the intense pain, and then everything went dark in an instant, and then light again just as fast. It only lasted a fraction of a second, but in that time I saw more than I could ever process, my brain might have actually exploded if it lasted any longer. Light flashed over and over as my vision rushed past more than I could possibly imagine. Millions of stars flew by and I saw each of the planets around them. Oceans, alien species, plants, grains of sand, all of them flew by my eyes as I saw everything. Billions of solar systems circled around galaxy after galaxy, and trillions more were born or eaten by black holes. And then, just as I felt my head was about to explode… It all went back to black. I was still just sitting there under the tree. My head felt fine, I felt warm, but just about what I’d expect from summer weather in Texas. I wasn’t dead and I hadn’t ascended to a higher plane or anything, in fact I couldn’t even remember most of what I’d seen. I had vague recollections or flashes of memory, but most of it was gone like a dream. So despite the flashiness, I didn’t get omniscience or omnipotence or anything like that since I couldn’t remember or even comprehend a lot of what I saw. That said: I did get a consolation prize. One important thing I noticed in my brief glimpse behind the curtain was the curtain itself. A layer where reality as it functions meets the rules that make it function. It was there in front of me plain as day while I had that little trip, and if I squint really hard, I can sort of see it in a way that I can’t really explain. At first it only looked like a distortion in space. Touching at it made the world ripple like everything was made of water, but after poking around a bit, the ripples seemed to respond to me and coalesced into something familiar. The ripples formed a window like you’d see in a game menu. I don’t know if it was another case of probability being wild or maybe just an effect of my near resonance with the universe letting me see things in a usable way, but either way it’s convenient. Re-energized, I bolted up to my third floor apartment, ignored my housemates and locked myself in my room. Once I sat on my bed I tried to focus on the image of those ripples condensing into the window from before, and it shimmered back into my view. I shouldn’t be surprised given that I’d just first seen it only a few minutes ago, but it still felt surreal. Looking through it, there were things that could be changed relatively intuitively. Things I was looking at had their tab pulled to the front of the list and had relatively simple options. The bed I’m sitting on, for example has its length, width, height, composition, and so on listed out with easy to understand numbers and words. Focusing in on the cotton let me see the structure of it and probably would let me change anything from the curliness down to its atomic composition if I wanted, but… I think it would be best not to mess with things I don’t fully understand just yet. There are a lot of things to look through. Pages and pages, on and on, seemingly forever, or maybe actually forever if this corresponds to the entire universe, and while it might be fun to try creating a planet or blowing up a black hole, I should probably start smaller. With that in mind, there’s something I should note. I have a whole thing with diapers. I can’t quite say it’s just a fetish, since there are also a lot of feelings like comfort and safety that I end up having separately from any sort of arousal, they’re just plain comfortable, and I’d choose them over boxers or briefs any day of the week. On the other hand, I definitely find them arousing. The softness of the padding, the warmth and squishyness when they’re wet, even just the look of a hot girl in a big poofy diaper. It’s all just my sweetest fantasy. Unfortunately, fantasy is all it is at the moment. I hope it’s understandable if I say that I’m embarrassed about loving diapers. It’s obviously not socially acceptable for a grown man to wear diapers, let alone want to, and being turned on by them is almost certainly going to end any romantic relationship 99% of the time. I’ve always been scared of the potential rejection if I tell anyone how I feel so I’ve just kept it to myself for years. Wearing them in my own room behind a locked door and just imagining has been about the extent of things. But now… Now that I have this ability I might be able to make some of those dreams a reality. If I could just figure out the right things to change, I could live in the world I’ve always wanted to. It’s right there! So then, I’ve decided to start this log as a way to document and share what I do. Maybe someday I’ll look back at the way things were, or maybe someone else will find it and find that things used to be different… or maybe I chicken out and don’t change anything at all. It all starts tomorrow, I’ll get a night’s sleep to gather my thoughts, and then, starting tomorrow, I’ll make my wishes come true. My name is Leston Savaric, and I can not wait for tomorrow. P.S. The time is now three in the morning. I don’t know why I thought I’d sleep after getting freaking super powers ?