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This will not be a particularly complicated story, nor is it terribly original. It will hit many of the same notes as any number of stories on this site and, as such, should probably not be read by anyone 😊. But it’s been kicking around in my head, and I need to procrastinate on some other responsibilities, so here it is. There will be no overly cruel punishments, abusive parents, forced regression, or turning a bedroom into a crib. Neither, however, is it a slow burn or an attempt at 100-chapter serial. Just your run-of-the mill DL story about a kid who discovers that he likes going potty in his pants. This is intentionally not great literature - there are no deep conflicts. It's just the kind of story I enjoy as I reflect on my early days of trying to come to grips with wanting to have "accidents" on purpose, though that never led to diapers until I bought them myself much later. I don't know if there will be any more chapters after these two. If there is interest, I have some ideas for a few more chapters. Part One: It was an accident! Jacob sat on the school bus, growing increasingly concerned. While he should have been rejoicing that it was Friday and that he only had one week of second grade left, all he could think about was how bad he had to use the bathroom. His need had been growing since lunchtime; while he normally pooped before school, he hadn’t been able to go that morning. And he absolutely hated using the school toilets. Not only were they frequently disgusting, but it was also not uncommon that some of the more annoying boys in the class would throw things over the stall at anyone who was using the bathroom. When school ended, Jacob wasn’t concerned about making it home to the toilet. He needed to go, but it wasn’t an emergency As the ride continued, however, the pressure began to grow. As Jacob began to worry that he might not make it home, he grew increasingly nervous. It would be one thing if this were a one-time incident, but he’d had a series of accidents over the last week. While each was unrelated, he was really worried about what his mom would say if he had another one. The first accident had been the previous Saturday. He was playing at a local neighborhood park with some friends. He knew he needed to pee, but didn’t want to stop playing. While all his friends happily went over to the tree line and peed outdoors, Jacob had never been comfortable peeing outside. By the time he finally gave in and headed to his house, it was too late. Halfway home the damn burst and he fully wet his shorts. His mom and dad weren’t mad but told him to come home sooner next time. As this was his first accident in over a year, they weren’t too concerned. Then on Wednesday it had happened again. This time, he swore it wasn’t his fault. Wednesday was club day, and the one day a week his mom picked him up rather than riding the bus home. He was at puzzle club for their last meeting of the school year when the teacher/sponsor had to step out for a minute. He told the students not to leave the room, that he would be back in a few minutes. Jacob, unfortunately, really needed to pee. He had been about to ask to go to the bathroom when the teacher left. He knew the school rules during the day would require him to have a bathroom pass, and he didn’t know if he would get in trouble if he left the room without permission. Finally, he decided to risk it and run to the bathroom; unfortunately, as it was after school, the first bathroom he got to was being cleaned. Before he made it to the next one, he began to lose control. He felt himself start to pee and struggled to hold it back. By the time he made it to the toilet, there were obvious wet marks on his pants, though he did avoid a complete soaking. As he tried to hold back tears, he had walked back to the classroom. When he got to the door, he made eye contact with his now returned teacher and motioned for him to come out. As soon as the teacher saw him, he came out and walked him to the office. On the way, he told Jacob that club was almost over anyway, the school was empty and no one would see him. He also told him that if this ever happened again, he had permission during clubs to go to the bathroom. At the office, they called his mom, Maria, who was already on the way with Jacob’s four-year-old brother in tow. Rather than picking him up at the usual location, she came in the school to pick him up at the office and was able to shield him from other students. On the way home, she said, “Two accidents in a week! If this continues we may have to do something about this!” She was smiling as she said it, but saw the panic on Jacob’s face as he struggled to hold back tears. He said, “I would have made it if the teacher had been there and the bathroom hadn’t been closed!” She responded, “Jacob, it’s ok – accidents happen. You do need to pay more attention to your bladder and not wait so long, but you’re not in trouble. We’ll get you home and clean you up.” Gavin had started to laugh, but even at four, realized that there was just enough tension to not say anything. That night, Maria and Jacob’s dad did have a short conversation with him that he was getting older now and needed to pay attention to his bathroom needs more. Jacob really didn’t feel the conversation was necessary as these were his first accidents in a very long time and just a few months earlier he had finally been able to stop wearing goodnites to bed as his bedwetting had almost completely stopped. While he still had the occasional pee dream, he normally woke up before he completely wet the bed leading, at most, to slightly damp underwear. As he thought about all of this while sitting on the bus trying not to poop his pants – the two accidents, being dry at night, and his parents’ warning that he needed to be responsible – he was concerned about what his mom would say if he didn’t make it to the bathroom in time. Initially, Jacob was convinced he was going to make it. His confidence began to wane when he stood up at his stop. Thankfully, there was only one other kid getting off at his stop today, and they would be walking in different directions. Jacob’s internal debate once the bus left was whether to walk/run quickly but give up a little control, or walk slowly while really trying to hold it in. He initially decided on the latter strategy, only to feel the first bit of poop begin to push out. When he clenched to try and hold it in, he felt a spurt of pee and looked down; sure enough, it was just enough to leave a small spot on his khaki shorts. He broke into a run. That proved to be a mistake. A very large movement began to work its way into his underwear. He felt the pressure of it against his underwear and thought it might stop, but it just kept coming. By the time he got to his door, his bowels had fully emptied and his pants felt about 10 pounds heavier. To add insult to injury, his bladder had joined the fun and added to the wet spot on his shorts. As he paused at this door, his concern turned to his mother. She worked from home; some days she was so busy either with work or Gavin that Jacob could make it upstairs without seeing her. He hoped today was one of those days. It was not. Maria was in the kitchen when Jacob entered the house. “Hey Jacob, how was school today? Put your backpack down and come grab a snack. I made a special almost-end-of-the school year snack for you and Gavin.” “That’s ok, mom, I’m going to head upstairs for a minute!” Jacob was hoping he could make it to the upstairs bathroom, clean up and change before his mom found out about his accident. He hadn’t figured out what to do with his now very poopy underwear, but he knew he didn’t want his mom to see him. Maria, being a mom, heard the quiver in Jacob’s voice and said, “hold on a sec – I’ll be right there.” As she approached the entry way, she saw the wet streaks on Jacob’s shorts and the tears on his cheeks. “Oh, Jacob, you had another accident. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Then she paused for a second, not believing her nose. “Jacob, did you poop your pants?” “No,” he responded quietly, trying not to cry. Maria, normally patient, turned Jacob around and pulled out the back of his shorts and underwear, inspecting the damage. “Please don’t lie to me again. Head up to your bathroom and wait for me to get there.” Maria was a little concerned. Jacob was a good kid who really didn’t get in trouble much, but this was three accidents in a week, and this one was poopy on top of it. Four-year-old Gavin hadn’t even had an accident in weeks, though he was still in diapers at night. She really was at a loss at what to do. At the moment, however, she had to deal with Jacob’s messy underwear. She grabbed a trash bag and a package of diaper wipes and headed upstairs. Maria laid the trash bag on the bathroom floor and said, “stand on this and take your shorts off. Not your underwear. Just let the shorts fall down and step out of them.” Once Jacob had done that, Maria helped him ease his underwear down and cleaned him up with the diaper wipes “Ok, Jacob, while I deal with this, hop in the shower and finish cleaning up. Use a washcloth and make sure to wash your bottom very well. Once you’re done, wrap yourself up in a towel and come to your room.” Jacob couldn’t believe he had pooped himself. His mom wasn’t yelling at him, but she was clearly not happy. Once Jacob finished his shower, he went to his room where he found his mother waiting for him. She began to speak, “Jacob, I’m not mad, but you have had three accidents in one week. You pooped your pants today.” Jacob started to interject to defend himself. One look from his mom told him to wait. She asked him, “are you feeling bad, or do you not notice when you need to go?” Jacob shook his head no, “they’re just accidents. I waited too long to come home from the park, but the other accidents weren’t my fault! I didn’t know I could leave the club to go the bathroom and then the bathroom I went to was closed. Today, I didn’t want to use the bathroom at school because they’re gross and just couldn’t make it home!” Maria answered, “well, part of growing up is managing your potty needs. You’ve been really good! You are dry at night, but three times in one week is hard to ignore. If you are having a problem, we can go to the doctor, but we need to do something.” “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! I’m not sick. They were just accidents.” “Well, we are going to try to do something to drive home that this is important. So here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to wear one of Gavin’s diapers for the rest of the evening and overnight. Every time you need to use the bathroom, you are going to come find me or your dad when he gets home. If you don’t keep the diaper dry, you will wear a diaper whenever we are home this weekend.” Jacob began crying, “but what if we have to go somewhere?” Maria answered, “we’re not trying to embarrass you – we won’t make you wear a diaper out of the house or if anyone comes over, but we just want to make sure you take this seriously.” With that, Maria told Jacob to lay on the bed. She left for a moment a returned with a diaper. “I’m not even going to powder you because I don’t think you will use this diaper.” As she diapered him, Jacob began to calm down. Jacob was average size for a 7 year old; his brother was almost five and wore size 7 pampers. They were a little snug on Jacob, but not unreasonably so. Jacob was still sniffling as Maria taped the diaper up, but he was no longer actively crying. He was determined that he was not going to wet this diaper. Once she was done, Maria helped Jacob sit up and handed him a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. She gave him a hug and said, “let’s go have that treat now. And remember, let me know if you need to use the potty.” Jacob was certain he was going to keep the diaper dry. That evening, Jacob twice asked his parents for help going to the bathroom. Before bed, Maria went ahead and put a new diaper on him as the tapes on the first one were beginning to give out. As he laid down to go to sleep, Jacob really thought about the diaper for the first time. He was upset he was wearing it, but he also realized that he had indeed had three accidents in one week. He needed to pay better attention. At the same time, he had kind of been missing the feeling of his goodnites. Once his last box ran out, his parents decided his bed wetting was infrequent and light enough that he could wear regular underwear to bed. Jacob felt much older when he started wearing regular underwear to bed, but the goodnites had been comforting. This diaper was thicker and softer. Though embarrassing, he kind of liked how it felt. That night, he had one of his pee dreams. During most of these dreams, Jacob would be in search of a toilet but would always come across a very dirty, broken, or public place that he just didn’t want to pee in. Eventually, he would give in to use whatever weird toilet he had found and start peeing. Normally, he would jolt awake just as he started peeing. Most nights, he woke up before any damage occurred. On occasion, he would let out a little spurt that would dampen his pajamas before he ran to the bathroom. On this night, he didn’t dream about toilets. Instead, his dream involved his mother putting a diaper on him. In the dream, his mom didn’t tell him to keep it dry, however. She told him he was diapered and could just use it. He kept trying to resist until he finally gave in and started to wet his diaper. Jacob woke up just as he started to pee and managed to stop. As he usually did when he woke up from a pee dream, he immediately reached to feel the front of his pajamas. That’s when he remembered he was actually wearing a diaper. He didn’t think it felt wet, and was determined not to wear a diaper all weekend, so he got up and made his way to the bathroom. He managed to undo one side of the diaper, pee, and then sort of get the tape back on before going back to bed. The next morning, his mother came in a little earlier than she normally would on a Saturday. She asked, “did you sleep ok?” Jacob nodded. Maria then said, “let me check your diaper, and if it’s dry, you can get dressed in underwear.” He stood up and started to take off his pajama bottoms. As his mom reached to feel the diaper, Jacob said, “Mom! Can I just take it off in the bathroom and show you?” “Sure, honey, that would be fine.” Jacob went to the bathroom while his mother waited outside. He took off the diaper and used the potty. Though he thought it was weird, after he washed his hands he opened the door and handed his mom the diaper. “It seems a little damp,” Maria said. “I had a pee dream, but I woke in time to go to the potty. I guess a little leaked out.” “I think we will count that as dry, then. Jacob. That’s not out of the ordinary for you. You can stay in underwear this weekend, but you need to be more careful. We will revisit this if you have any more accidents; you have a physical coming up soon as well. We can talk about it with your doctor.” Being forced to wear a diaper one evening was enough for Jacob. Though he had to admit it was kind of soft and comfortable, he was not going to have any more accidents. Part Two: Making a Choice As the school year ended and summer began, Jacob had avoided any more accidents or even any really close calls. Gavin had asked a few questions the Saturday after Jacob pooped his pants, but he listened when Maria and James (Jacob’s dad) had told him sometimes accidents happen and not to make fun of his brother. Jacob was always nice to him about his nighttime diapers and never laughed when he had an accident, so Gavin left it alone. Jacob had even overcome his fear of the school toilets during the last week of school, though he was still nervous when he had to use it. Still, Jacob had been thinking about his accidents a lot. He had also been thinking about the night he had spent in a diaper. He did not want to have accidents and he did not want to be a baby – he loved being recognized for his maturity! But at the same time, as he thought back to how it felt when he wet and messed his pants, he didn’t really hate it. He was kind of curious what it would be like to do it again and have time to really feel it. When he thought about this, though, he immediately dismissed the thought as ridiculous. Even more, he was really curious about wearing a diaper again. He considered just stealing one of his brother’s to see what it was like, but with his mom around the house all the time, he didn’t think this was realistic. And just like the idea of having another accident created conflicting emotions, he really didn’t want to be put back in a diaper or get caught in a diaper. At least he really tried to convince himself he didn’t want to. This led to the fateful day. Jacob typically got up fairly early in the morning for a 7-year-old on summer break. During the summer, he spent a lot of time playing with his friends, playing video games, and swimming at the neighborhood pool. Today, however, Jacob was in his backyard playing on his and Gavin’s play set. After some time spent climbing around, Jacob found himself beside their little sandbox playing with his trucks. Though he usually thought of himself as too old for his digging toys, this morning he was having fun. He also realized he hadn’t pooped yet and was beginning to really need to use the bathroom. He decided to keep playing rather than rushing inside. As he played, he began to wonder what it would feel like to just let go in his pants. The more he tried to push this idea aside, the more he thought about doing it. He didn’t really think about consequences, he was just thinking about seeing what it would feel like. Eventually, he reached the point where he had to make a choice: go inside and use the bathroom or let nature take its course. While playing he had moved into a semi-squatting position, resting on his knees. He started to get up to go inside and then just didn’t. He relaxed to see what would happen. Nothing. He gave a small push and felt his underwear dampen. At that, he looked down at his crotch and gave another push. He was fascinated as his gray shorts began to darken from another spurt of pee. Then he felt his poop start. He watched between his legs as the lump began to grow, fascinated with all the feelings of pooping his underwear on purpose. He remembered the weight of his accident from a few weeks ago; this was very similar. As the first bit of poop began to slow down he gave another push which not only caused the lump in his shorts to grow but also led to a full soaking of his pants. He was fascinated with the pee running from his shorts onto the ground. While it seemed to take forever, he was soon finished, now with very full, very wet pants. Maria had just taken a break and was about to head outside to take Jacob a drink and have a chat about their summer plans. As she got to the back door, she paused as something about Jacob’s posture seemed odd. He was squatting down, very still and was looking at the ground it seemed; she was actually a little worried about him when she noticed the back of his shorts began to balloon out. No, there was no way he was doing what she thought he was doing. Then she saw streams of pee hitting the ground. She really didn’t know what to think; she was so surprised she wasn’t even mad. Maria opened the door. Jacob’s bliss at the feelings of his “accident” lasted only a few moments before panic set in. What had he done? How was he going to hide this? What would his mom say? At that moment he heard the door open. He froze. In his mind, if he didn’t move, maybe she wouldn’t see the evidence of his accident. Maria walked toward Jacob, “hey honey, I brought you some water – you don’t want to get dehydrated today.” She really wanted to see what he would do next. As she got to him, he looked up at her with a red face. “oh, Jacob, did you have an accident?” Jacob had no words. He tried to say something, but all that came out was, “uh…” As Maria kneeled down and pulled back the back of his shorts and underwear, she said, “it looks like someone went poopy!” At that Jacob began to cry and said, “I couldn’t make it.” He stood up and Maria gave him a hug. “Hey, kiddo, head to the bathroom and wait for me there.” As Jacob began to make his way inside, Maria really wasn’t sure what to do. It was clear that Jacob had very intentionally peed and pooped his pants. Yelling and being mad wasn’t going to do any good right now. She needed to really talk to him about this. She went inside and got a trash bag and wipes just as she had a few weeks ago and made her way to the bathroom. Once again, she helped him lower his underwear and cleaned him up and told him to get in the shower. This time, however, she brought a few more supplies to his room. While he was in the shower, she put a towel on the bed with a diaper, some diaper cream, and baby powder. Then she waited. In the shower, Jacob was a wreck. He couldn’t explain why he had pooped and wet his pants on purpose, but he also knew he had really enjoyed the sensations. Watching his shorts expand had been mesmerizing. While he shouldn’t have done it, he really did like how it felt. He did not, however, want to talk to his mother. He wondered if she was going to diaper him again, and what his other punishments would be. Would he be grounded from the pool? From playing with his friends? He could feel his tears welling up again as he thought about the consequences of his actions. Eventually, he made it to his room and saw the towel, diaper and diapering supplies. His mom, though, didn’t look mad. As he stood there in a towel, she started speaking. “Jacob, I want you to be honest with me. Was that really an accident this morning?” Jacob froze for a second. The way she asked, it seemed like she already knew (she always knew). He whispered, “no.” “I didn’t think so – I saw you through the back window. It looked like you intentionally made poopies in your pants.” Jacob winced at the babyish term his mom used. “I really don’t know. I just did.” This was a very honest answer. “How about your earlier accidents. Were those on purpose too?” “No! those really were accidents. They all happened exactly like I said! This was the first time I did it on purpose.” “So why did you poop your pants this morning?” She really wanted some form of answer. “I guess I wanted to see what it felt like. I just kind of did it.” “And?” “And what?” “What did it feel like? Did you like it?” At that Jacob turned multiple shades of red and froze. “You can answer me. I’m not angry, I’m just trying to understand what’s going on.” Jacob paused another moment and then just whispered, “yes.” “Yes, what?” “Yes, I liked how it felt.” “I really don’t know what to do right now. You didn’t have an accident, so I assume you can make it to the bathroom if you want to. I don’t think punishing you will fix this. At the same time, I don’t really want to clean up wet and poopy clothes. I would really appreciate it if you wouldn’t intentionally poop your pants. So I’m giving you a choice. Do you want me to put a diaper on you or are you going to wear underwear and keep it clean?” “I… I don’t know.” “It seems to me if you don’t know that the answer is probably yes, that you want a diaper.” Jacob looked down and then slowly nodded. “Ok – hop up on the towel and let’s get you diapered.” Maria got Jacob to lift his hips and slid the diaper under him. As she applied some diaper cream and baby powder, she continued to talk. Jacob couldn’t look at his mother in the face, but he noticed every little thing she did as she diapered him. In particular, the scent of the powder triggered memories in him. “I really don’t know what we are going to do here. I’m going to talk to your father about this tonight. For today, you can keep this diaper on as long as you want to. If you get tired of it, you can take it off and put on regular underwear. If you wear regular underwear and have an accident, though we know it isn’t an accident [she winked], you will be in trouble. If you want help taking the diaper off to use the bathroom that is fine.” Jacob laid in silence as Maria finished diapering him. “Does this mean I can use the diaper?” Maria sighed. “You won’t be in trouble if you use it. Today. But this isn’t going to be a full-time thing. After I talk to your dad tonight, we are going to have a conversation. If you want to wear one again, I don’t know what we will say. For today, you can wear a diaper. We’ll talk about tomorrow later.” “Tell you what, I’m going to head downstairs. You put on whatever you want and come down when you are ready.” Jacob stayed on his bed for a few more minutes thinking about the fact that his mother had caught him pooping and peeing his pants on purpose, that even as embarrassing as that was, he had enjoyed the feeling, and that he was now wearing a diaper and, as far as he understood, was going to be allowed to use it. He thought briefly about what Gavin would say if he saw him but decided it didn’t matter. He saw Gavin in his nighttime diaper all the time, and Gavin had seen him in his goodnites. Jacob got off the bed and looked at himself in the mirror in just a diaper. He wasn’t sure what he thought, but he didn’t hate it and was definitely not upset. He grabbed a t-shirt to put on and headed downstairs to play some video games.

I attended school back when corporal punishment was still commonplace at school and at home. I once wet my pants while getting punished for fighting. I was worried I'd get it at home too but luckily that didn't happen. I wonder how many others had the experience of wetting at school and were punished for it.

Chapter 1: The Unexpected Turn Greg and Sam had been married for five years, and their love for each other only seemed to grow stronger with each passing day. Their relationship was built on mutual respect, trust, and a deep emotional connection. They had always been adventurous in the bedroom, exploring each other's desires and fantasies. But lately, Greg had been feeling a growing urge to surrender to Sam's dominance, He couldn't quite explain it, but the thought of being controlled and guided by his wife sent shivers down his spine. Sam had noticed this on a few occasions in the bedroom and realized the excitement it brought for her. She wanted to push this dynamic further, the thought of it bringing intense arousal. One night as they made love, Greg found himself trying to nudge Sam's head down, hinting that he wanted her to give him oral pleasure. But Sam had other plans. She gently kissed him, her lips brushing against his, and then pushed him down, her hands firm but gentle on his shoulders. Greg felt a surge of excitement as he realized she was taking charge. He complied, his body responding to her touch as he sank down onto the bed. Sam stood on her knees, towering over Greg as he positioned himself on all fours. The room was dimly lit, with only a soft glow emanating from the bedside lamp. The air was thick with anticipation, and Greg could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Sam's eyes locked onto his, a spark of mischief dancing in their depths. Without a word, Sam directed Greg's head to her breasts. She cupped them in her hands, offering them to him like a gift. Greg's lips closed around her nipple, and he began to suckle, feeling a sense of comfort and security wash over him. Sam's hands guided his head, her fingers tangled in his hair as she held him in place. The sensation was intoxicating, and Greg felt himself becoming lost in the moment. As they lingered there, Sam's hands began to roam, her fingers tracing the curve of Greg's spine. She pushed him down, her touch gentle but insistent, until his face was inches from her vagina. Greg's heart skipped a beat as he realized what she wanted. He felt a thrill of excitement mixed with a hint of trepidation, but his desire for her overrode any doubts. Sam's eyes never left his as she began to thrust against him, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. Greg's tongue danced across her skin, tasting the sweetness of her arousal. He was lost in the sensation, his senses overwhelmed by the scent and feel of her. Time seemed to slow down, and all that existed was the two of them, lost in this intimate dance. As they moved together, Sam's voice whispered in his ear, "Stick your fingers inside me, Greg. Taste me." Her words sent a shiver down his spine, and he complied, his fingers sliding into her warmth. The sensation was electrifying, and he felt himself becoming even more aroused. But Sam wasn't done yet. She took his hand, her fingers wrapping around his wrist, and guided his thumb into her. Greg felt a jolt of surprise, but before he could react, Sam locked eyes with him and pushed his thumb into his mouth. The sensation was shocking, yet strangely erotic. Greg's mind reeled as he sucked his own thumb, the taste of Sam's arousal mingling with his own. As Greg's thumb slid into his mouth, he felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him. It was a strange and unfamiliar sensation, one that made him feel vulnerable and exposed. But despite his initial hesitation, he couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that coursed through his veins. He was turned on, and he knew it. Sam seemed to sense his conflicted emotions, and she smiled to herself as she kept his thumb in place. She gently laid him down on his back, her hands guiding him onto the softness of the bed. Greg felt himself sinking into the mattress, his body relaxed and open to her touch. As he lay there, Sam straddled his face, her thighs spreading wide as she positioned herself above him. She began to gyrate, her hips moving in a slow, sensual circle as she rubbed herself against the back of his hand while he sucked his thumb. He mound forcing it into his mouth while he tasted her juice. The sensation was intoxicating, and Greg felt himself becoming lost in the rhythm of her movements. Sam's eyes never left his, her gaze burning with a fierce intensity as she watched him. She could see the excitement in his eyes, the way his pupils dilated as he gazed up at her. She knew he was turned on, and she was determined to take him to the edge. As she moved above him, Sam reached down and wrapped her fingers around Greg's cock. She stroked him gently, her touch sending shivers down his spine. "Come for me, baby," she whispered, her voice throaty with desire. "Let go and come for me." Greg felt himself building towards a climax, his body tensing as he strained towards release. And then, in a burst of sensation, he exploded, his semen spilling out onto his stomach as he cried out in pleasure. Sam smiled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she watched him come. She leaned forward, her body pressing down onto his as she wrapped her arms around him. Greg felt himself being pulled into a warm, comforting embrace, and he let himself relax into her touch. As they lay there, Greg realized that he was still sucking his thumb, the digit still lodged in his mouth. He felt a surge of embarrassment, and he quickly pulled it out, his face flushing with heat. Sam noticed his reaction, and she giggled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "You're so cute when you're embarrassed," she whispered, her breath tickling his ear. Greg felt himself blush even deeper, but he couldn't help the smile that spread across his face. He knew he was in this now, and he was excited to see where it would lead. As they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, Greg couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between them. He felt more vulnerable, more open, and more connected to Sam than he had in a long time. And as he looked up at her, he knew that he was ready to explore this new dynamic, to see where it would take them and what secrets they would uncover along the way. Chapter 2: A Night of Reckoning As the days went by, Greg and Sam had repeated the scenario that had started with his thumb a few times, but they had also fallen back into their routine. It was as if they had dipped their toes into a new world, but then retreated back to the comfort of their familiar dynamic. However, the memory of that first night lingered, and Greg couldn't shake off the feeling that something had shifted between them. One night, as they lay in bed after a lovely dinner and a bottle of wine, Greg found himself spooning with Sam, his head resting on her chest. She was looking down at him, her eyes gazing at his peaceful expression. The room was dimly lit, with only the soft glow of the moon casting a silver light on their skin. As they lay there, Greg started to nudge his head into Sam's breasts, his lips brushing against her shirt. She smiled to herself, recognizing the subtle cue. She began to tease him, moving her breasts slightly, just out of reach, and then pulling him in closer. The game was on, and Greg's eyes fluttered closed as he savored the sensation. Sam's hands gently pulled her shirt down, exposing her breasts to Greg's eager lips. He latched onto one, sucking gently, and Sam felt a surge of pleasure. She transferred him to the other breast, and as he sucked, she felt his hand moving, his fingers brushing against her skin. She guided his hand down, her fingers intertwining with his, until they reached her vagina. Greg's fingers slid inside her, and Sam felt a wave of excitement. She was already wet, and his touch sent shivers down her spine. As he fingered her, she began to move her hips, her body responding to his touch. The sensation built, and soon she was coming, her body trembling with pleasure. As she came down from her climax, Sam realized that Greg was hard, his erection pressing against her leg. She smiled to herself, feeling a sense of dominance wash over her. She was in control, and he was responding to her every move. With a gentle touch, Sam took Greg's thumb and ran it through her juices, the sticky liquid coating his skin. She then slowly nudged his hand near her breasts, her eyes locked onto his. Greg pretended not to notice, but Sam knew he was aware of her intent. She kept nudging his hand, her touch insistent, until he finally looked up at her with sad eyes. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the tension between them palpable. Sam's heart swelled with emotion, and she felt a deep connection to Greg. She nodded, her eyes never leaving his, and kissed his forehead. With a gentle but firm touch, she pushed his thumb into his mouth. Greg's eyes widened, and he started sucking, his lips closing around his thumb. Sam whispered into his ear, "Good boy...such a good boy." Her words sent shivers down his spine, and he felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him. As he sucked his thumb, Sam reached down and touched his cock through his boxer shorts. The touch was electrifying, and Greg felt himself coming, his semen spilling out into his pants. The sensation was intense, and he was taken aback by the sudden release. Sam was surprised, too, as it had never happened before. Greg's reaction was immediate, his face flushing with embarrassment as he looked up at her. He pulled his thumb out of his mouth, his eyes downcast. Sam's voice was soothing and mocking at the same time, "Oopsie, so excited you had a little accident! What a good boy you are for me, but someone might need a little protection next time, don't worry, I'll take care of you baby." Greg didn't quite understand what she meant, but he felt a sense of reassurance wash over him. As they lay there, Greg's eyelids began to droop, his body relaxing into sleep. As he fell asleep. Sam slid his hand that was on the pillow back towards his mouth, and in his sleepiness he accepted it, his thumb slipping back into his lips. He fell asleep, his body trusting and vulnerable. Sam looked at him, her heart full of love and affection. She realized how much she loved this new dynamic, this sense of dominance and control. She thought about how she would need to buy some items for him, to help him feel more comfortable and secure in his new role. As she gazed at Greg, she knew that their relationship was about to take a dramatic turn, one that would bring them even closer together. Chapter 3: Morning After Greg woke up to an empty bed, his thumb still lodged in his mouth. As he slowly came to, the events of the previous night flooded back to him. He quickly removed his thumb, feeling a mix of embarrassment and relaxation. He had slept better than he remembered, but the memory of his actions made his face flush with heat. As he sat up, he noticed the dampness between his legs and the slight cold wetness on the bed underneath his crotch, from his "accident" the night before. His embarrassment deepened, and he couldn't help but think about Sam's statement from the night before - "someone might need a little protection next time." He wondered why she had said that, especially since they hadn't used condoms since before they were married. Greg quickly got out of bed and headed to the shower, trying to wash away the lingering feelings of embarrassment. As he stood under the warm water, he couldn't shake off the thought of Sam's words and the way she had looked at him. He felt like he was losing himself in this new dynamic, and he wasn't sure if he was ready for it. After his shower, Greg made his way to the kitchen, where he found Sam already preparing breakfast. The aroma of freshly cooked pancakes and bacon filled the air, and his stomach growled in anticipation. As he entered the kitchen, Sam turned around with a bright smile, holding up a plate of Mickey Mouse pancakes with chocolate chips. "Good morning, sleepyhead!" she chimed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I made your favorite breakfast." Greg's eyes widened as he took in the spread before him. "Wow, you didn't have to go to all that trouble," he said, trying to hide his embarrassment. Sam chuckled and handed him a glass of milk. "I know what my baby likes," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "And I want to make him happy." Greg's face flushed as he took the glass, noticing that Sam had made herself a more adult breakfast - scrambled eggs, bacon, yogurt, and fruit. "You're not having pancakes?" he asked, trying to deflect attention from himself. Sam smiled and sat down across from him. "No, I think I'll stick to something a bit more... substantial," she said, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Besides, I know what my baby really likes, and it's not just pancakes." He could tell she was insinuating about the night before. As they ate, Sam couldn't help but tease Greg about his sleepiness. "You were so cute when you were sleeping," she cooed, her voice dripping with affection. "I loved watching you. And I have to say, I was a bit surprised by your... little accident." Greg's face turned bright red as he felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him. "Shh, Sam, please," he whispered, trying to change the subject. But Sam just laughed and reached out to run her thumb across the table over his lips. "It's okay, baby," she said. "It's nice to see you relaxing in new ways." Greg stared at her quizzically wondering why she was doing this? He could see the joy in her eyes. Sam looked at him and mocked putting her thumb in her mouth with fake sucking noise from her pursed lips, and a pouty face, and batted her eyes. Then laughed and winked at him. "You're learning to let go baby, and that's all that matters." Greg felt like he was going to die from embarrassment. He tried to change the subject again, but in his embarrassed haste, he accidentally knocked over his glass of milk, spilling it all over his lap. Sam rushed over to clean up the mess, laughing and reassuring him that it was okay. "Accidents keep happening, don't they?" she said with a wink. "Maybe you're not ready for a big boy cup yet." Greg's face was on fire as he sat there, his pants stained with milk. He felt like a child, and Sam's words only made him feel more embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Sam," he muttered, trying to apologize. But Sam just smiled and patted his hand. "Don't worry, baby," she said. "I'll figure it out. I'll help you get back into dry pants." Her phrasing made him blush for some reason. As they finished their breakfast, Greg couldn't help but think about how different Sam had been treating him lately. She was more playful, more affectionate, and more... dominant. He wasn't sure if he was ready for this new dynamic, but a part of him was excited to see where it would lead. As they finished their meal, Sam leaned back in her chair, a thoughtful expression on her face. She was thinking about how to push her plan to the next level, how to help Greg surrender to his desires and become the submissive partner she knew he could be. And as she looked at him, she smiled to herself, knowing that she had already made significant progress. The question was, how far would he be willing to go? Chapter 4: Surrender A few days had passed since Sam had received the mysterious packages, and Greg had no idea what was in store for him. That night, as they sat on the couch watching the fire, Sam was wearing a luxurious silk bathrobe, while Greg was dressed in a pair of childish pajamas that seemed to foreshadow the events that were about to unfold. They had shared a couple of glasses of wine, and the conversation had slowed down, with Greg eventually laying his head down on Sam's lap. As the warmth of the fire and the comfort of Sam's lap washed over him, Greg felt his eyelids growing heavy. But Sam had other plans. She slowly began to work his hand towards his mouth, her fingers gently guiding his. Greg resisted at first, knowing what she was trying to do, but Sam was insistent. She rubbed his crotch through his pajamas, the touch waking him up with arousal. "Come on, baby," she whispered, her voice trying to stay calm but loaded with desire. "Just relax. It's okay." Greg tried to hold strong, but a part of him wanted to give in. He was torn between his desire to surrender and his fear of what this meant for their relationship. As he looked up at Sam, he saw the determination in her eyes, and he knew he was no match for her. Tears began to form in his eyes as he felt himself weakening. Sam's fingers were like a gentle vice, guiding his hand towards his mouth. He shook his head, trying to resist, but Sam just nodded hers, her eyes locked onto his. "It's okay, baby," she cooed. "Everything will be alright. Just trust me." With a sob, Greg gave in, his thumb slipping into his mouth. Instantly, he felt a wave of relaxation wash over him, as if he had finally surrendered to a desire he had been fighting for so long. Sam's hands stroked his hair, her voice whispering words of encouragement. "You're so good, baby," she whispered. "I'm so proud of you." As Greg sucked his thumb, Sam maneuvered his head into her crotch, her silk bathrobe parting to reveal her nakedness. Greg's eyes widened as he realized she wasn't wearing any panties, and his face burned with embarrassment. Sam's pushed off the couch so he was kneeling in front of her on the floor, her hands guided his head, pushing him into her extremely wet crotch, her pussy pressing against the back of his hand. For minutes, Greg sucked his thumb, his body frozen in a mix of shame and desire. Sam's hands stroked his hair, her voice whispering words of encouragement. "Do you want to taste it, good boy?" she asked, her voice husky with desire. Greg looked up at her, his eyes sad and tear-filled. He nodded, his face burning with embarrassment. Sam's fingers guided his thumb into her vagina, pulling it out and letting him suck again. She repeated this process several times, each time pushing Greg further into his submission. Finally, she let him eat her out, his mouth sucking away at her pussy as she came in a huge orgasm. Greg's face was buried in her crotch, she returned his thumb to his mouth as, as he felt her body shudder with pleasure. When she was done, Sam leaned back, her chest heaving with exertion. "Are you ready for yours, baby?" she asked, her voice seemed to gain new excitement. Greg looked up at her, his eyes still sad, but he nodded. Sam smiled, her eyes glinting with amusement. Sam sounding like a child on Christmas morning said, "I bought something for you! I've noticed how you've been deciding to relax, I think this will help you." She pulled out a large white pacifier, an exact replica of a babies binky but bigger, from her pocket, and Greg's eyes widened in shock. "No, Sam, please," he whispered, trying to reject it. But Sam just shook her head and made an "Ssh" sign over her mouth. He looked in awe as she moved the binky down between her legs and pressed the pacifier into her pussy coating it with her juices. She quickly forced it in Greg's mouth. He tried to resist with his lips, but she persisted and cooed, "Be my good boy for me baby. Make me happy seeing you relax." Greg didn't know what to do and finally accepted it with a pouty look. He immediately started sucking the same as his thumb he was now used to. his face red and mind reeling with embarrassment and shame, the familiar taste of her juices calmed him. Sam led him to the bedroom, stripping him down as they went. "My baby seems more excited than ever," she cooed, her eyes glinting with amusement. Greg was ready for intercourse, but instead, Sam went to the closet and pulled out a pair of childish underpants with designs on them. He couldn't believe there was more to this. When had she bought these things? How long had she been planning this? Greg's embarrassment had never been higher, and he felt like he was going to cry looking at the garmet. "I don't want any accidents, baby," Sam said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "You need to wear these to protect yourself." "No sam, this is too much" he tried to say from behind the pacifier, weakly attempting to stand. She pushed him back down, readjusting the pacifier and said. "Please baby, you need this, just enjoy yourself." He could tell from her voice how much she wanted him to follow through... he laid back consenting. She couldn't believe it, her heart raced with the realization that he would allow this. Greg's face burned with shame as Sam pulled the underwear up, the fabric feeling different, more padded than normal underwear. He had a new shock realizing that these were like the potty training underwear kids wear, designed for people who can't make it to a toilet. His cheeks turned a darker shade of red. Sam rubbed his crotch, her fingers sending shivers down his spine. "You're such a good boy," she cooed. "I'm so proud of you." It only took seconds for Greg to come in his pants, the sensation of the underwear and Sam's touch sending him over the edge. Sam praised him, her voice whispering words of encouragement as she laid with him, holding him close. Greg feeling extremely tired now, moved to pull out the pacifier. Sam brushed his hand away and spooned with him, she moved her hand up to the binky gently holding it in place. Greg glanced at her realizing he wanted him to keep it in. He was too tired to think through her intentions or put up any fight and his eyelids drooped. As Greg fell asleep, the pacifier still in his mouth, rhythmically sucking, Sam thought about how amazing this felt. She had never felt so in control, so dominant. And as she looked at Greg, she knew that she could go further, push him even deeper into his submission. The question was, how far would he be willing to go?

Newer than real. Faster than real. Better than real. The TotalVerse is reality. Augmented. Advanced. Improved. Order your TotalSet today. … The prospects of the technology were, on their own, tantalizing. Lab-D technologies had outdone themselves, to the point where it seemed too good to be true. A non-invasive neural interface that delivered optical, stereoscopic, tactile, and olfactory feedback with precision that matched reality to a nearly analogue level. Already, demand far outstripped supply. If getting a PS8 had been difficult, getting a TotalSet to enter the TotalVerse was downright impossible. Scalpers made a mint. Influencers had to call in favors to get their hands on a set. Just owning one was a flex, to the point where people bought knockoff decals that looked like a headset. Visually, it was hard to tell the two metal chips the size of a pinkie nail from a fake, especially tucked behind the user’s ears, which made the fakes all the more appealing. Martin got his through a miracle. Refresh after refresh after refresh, watching all the store pages, none of it worked. Then he got the phonecall. “Hey, Marty–you know anyone who wants one of these headsets? My uncle got one and he says it makes him dizzy, he’s just trying to get back what he spent–okay, you can stop screaming.” It took a five hour drive upstate to get it, but within a day he was home, and in possession of his very own TotalVerse. Sitting on his couch, he buzzed with excitement as he wired it up. Two metal dots behind his ears, and a tiny pinprick of pain as the interface booted up. Then, his room came alive. A woman appeared in front of him, dressed in a purple tank top and matching purple skirt. Her hair, her eyes, and her jewelry were all the Lab-D Purple. His virtual assistant, then. “Hi! I’m Tallie. I’m here to help you set up your TotalSet!” she said. She looked real, as though Martin could reach out and touch her. In a childish impulse, he did so, and to his shock he felt real skin under his hands. His eyes widened. Tallie smiled. “I see you’re touching me. Your default setting is tactile feedback when not in a hazardous environment–would you like to disable that?” The options were already tantalizing. Sweating a little, glancing around uncertainly, Martin asked the awkward question. “Uh… Tallie. Could we have sex? If I wanted to. I mean–” “Certainly!” Tallie beamed, the smile highlighting the dimples on her cheeks. “There’s a suite of options for physical sensations. Would you like to customize my appearance first?” “I–no, not yet!” Martin said. “I just…jeez. Wow. Oh my god.” “I’ve finished calibrating your TotalVerse body settings,” Tallie said. “Your in-world body should match your own quite well, but you’re welcome to tweak the settings! More dramatic changes within the TotalVerse can be acquired from a licensed vendor.” There it was. The micro-transactions had made themselves clear; a TotalSet got him access to the servers, the unparalleled virtual reality world of limitless possibilities. If he wanted anything beyond that–rippling muscles, extreme physical enhancements, a dragon to ride around on–he’d need to get out his wallet. Martin didn’t much care. This was amazing. “Take me to the TotalVerse, please!” Tallie smiled. “Alright! Lie down in a comfortable position, please! I’ll be monitoring your body for safety, but it’s suggested you take breaks every hour.” He grinned, laid back on his couch, and shut his eyes. He opened them in another world entirely. The TotalVerse. Or, well, the TotalVerse lobby. He sat in what looked like an enormous convention hall, with prepopulated vendors selling basic cosmetics. Clothes, body enhancements, in-verse pets. He’d spawned with just a white T-shirt, black pants, and generic tennis shoes, but the stores offered him plenty of opportunities to customize. He’d do that later. For now, he wanted to go out into the world. “Tallie, I want to go somewhere,” he said. She appeared next to him, still beaming. “Your profile still needs a few details before we enter the TotalVerse–please review the following menus and confirm everything is correct!” A series of boxes appeared floating in front of Martin, confirming details. Even as lucky as he’d been, “Martin” had already been claimed as a username, but “MartinPalmer” was still open, so he just kept his full name. The slider options for his body were pretty useless, but he toyed with them to at least give himself the appearance of a slight summer tan and as athletic as the options would allow. He still looked like himself, just more ‘after a good summer’ himself instead of ‘done with a post-christmas binge’ himself. Still, he enviously eyed the greyed-out section on the slider. This was virtual reality, he wanted the body of an adonis. Of course, if he could do it, everyone could and it wouldn’t be special, but now it just meant that those with wealth or the time and discipline to exercise regularly would get the impressive looks, while he’d still be left out. There were minimal default clothes, just a few color options for the T-shirt and pants and an optional purple Lab-D Ballcap. He wanted fashion, but instead selected a blue T and white pants, skipped the tacky cap, and to his surprise when he hit ‘select’, they appeared in the air next to him and fell to the ground with a realistic flop. Glancing around, feeling awkward for stripping in such a large space–even a large, empty space–he stripped down to his virtual boxers and dressed in the new clothes. Everything felt real. If he hadn’t known he was wearing the TotalSet, he’d have no way of distinguishing this from reality. “Alright,” he said. “I’m set. Take me to the TotalVerse.” “Are you sure? Once you lock in your account, settings cannot be changed without spending Total Tokens for modifications.” “Sure,” Martin confirmed. “Just take me in.” “Where would you like to go?” Tallie asked. “Just…wherever. Is there a good place to get acquainted?” he asked. “Would you like to go to one of the TotalVerse Lounges?” Tallie asked. Martin shrugged. He just wanted to go anywhere. “Sure!” “Close your eyes, and I’ll take you there.” He did. She did. When Martin opened his eyes, he stood in a huge, elaborate cocktail lounge. Large steel balconies hung overhead, techno music thumped at a pleasant volume, and hundreds of other people milled about, dancing, chatting, or just taking in the sights. Many wore the same generic T-shirt/pants combination as Martin, but others had more elaborate wear–anything from high fashion to medieval armor. Several had inhuman features; tails, horns, or wings that let them fly from the ground floor to the balcony in a single sweep. Instantly, Martin felt a pang of jealousy. “How much are wings?” he asked aloud. Someone snickered next to him. Martin looked over to see a girl about his height, wearing a cocktail dress and a fabulous gold tiara. She had striking red eyes, and a body that drew Martin’s gaze for more than a moment. “If you want to talk to Tallie here, you have to say, ‘Hey Tallie!’–uh, no thank you. I’m done, Tallie.” “Thanks,” Martin said. “Hey Tallie!” Tallie appeared next to him, chipper as ever, standing between him and the girl. “How can I help you?” Martin leaned to the side. “Uh…” “She’s your Tallie, I can’t see her,” the girl explained, smirking. “Right. Hey Tallie, how much do wings cost?” Martin asked. Tallie raised her hand, and a menu appeared with a merchant page. “There are a variety of mod vendors who sell wings–prices range from fifty thousand to eighty thousand thousand Total Tokens. Would you like to shop for options?” Martin’s eyes widened as he did the math in his head, converting real money to tokens. That was way out of his price range. “No thanks.” Leaning aside again, he asked the girl, “How do I make her go away?” “You say, “I’m done, Tallie,” the girl explained. “I’m done, Tallie.” His virtual assistant blinked out of existence, leaving him facing the girl again. “Hi, I’m Martin.” “Daemon,” she replied. “You must be new here.” He chuckled. “What gave it away?” She looked him up and down. “No mods, no clothes, you don’t know how to call your Tallie–trust me, it stands out. Nothing to be embarrassed about, once you spend a few tokens you’ll be looking sharp.” Martin blushed. “Well, that’s the thing–” “Ah.” Daemon laughed. “Token poor, eh? Don’t worry, I know some people who can help with that.” “I’ve got a job,” Martin said. Daemon smirked. “Why don’t we talk somewhere more…private?” “Another room?” he asked. “Off the TotalVerse,” Daemon explained. “I’ll give you my Chaos handle, we can chat–you do have a Chaos account, right? The popular chat service?” “Oh, yeah. I mostly use it for gaming,” Martin said. “We should talk there.” Daemon looked around the club. “There’s eyes everywhere, and you don’t want to get in trouble and have your account locked–you only get one shot, y’know.” “Oh, sure.” Martin shrugged. “Okay.” They exchanged contact info, and she waved at him. “Talk to you soon, Martin. I can’t wait to see what you spend your tokens on.” Daemon disappeared in a blink, leaving Martin alone in the club. Glancing over, he walked to the bar, feeling a bit uncertain. “How much is a…how about a lemon drop?” “Just one token,” the bartender explained, leaning over the counter. With a start, Martin realized that she looked identical to Tallie, save for her outfit. “You want one?” Martin did the math in his head–one token was cheaper than a drink at a real bar. “Sure.” From nowhere, she passed him the shot glass, and Martin downed it in one swig. The alcohol hit him–a mild surprise. He’d known the sensory control was solid, but this was incredible–and he wanted to know what else he could experience. But to experience it, he needed tokens. “Eh, screw it,” he said. “Hey, Tallie. Take me back to real life.” “Alright!” Tallie said, blinking into unreality across from him. “Just close your eyes!” He obeyed, and felt his couch underneath him. The buzz of alcohol, though, hadn’t gone away. “Tallie, am I still tipsy?” Standing over him, his virtual assistant nodded. “Would you like to sober up?” “No, I just didn’t realize it crossed over,” Martin sat up. Reaching out for his phone, he pulled up the Chaos messenger, added Daemon’s user ID, and sent a message. ‘You mentioned tokens?’ Her message came back a second later. ‘I’ve got a lead on a way to generate tokens. Since the software’s still new, there’s a few exploits–from within your account controls, I can underflow the system to max out your tokens. It’ll only take a few minutes.’ Martin’s eyes widened. After the stroke of luck with getting a headset at all, he hadn’t expected to be rolling in virtual currency. ‘Won’t I get banned, though?’ ‘That’s the thing–the bug is untraceable. I did it on my own account, you saw what I was wearing, right?’ Daemon had a point. Martin considered for a moment. He didn’t want to get permanently locked out of his account due to hacking, but if she’d done it… And besides, what fun was virtual reality if he couldn’t do anything? ‘Fine,’ he said. ‘What do I need to do?’ ‘Just go into your user settings and pull a couple ID numbers for me,’ Daemon sent back. ‘I’ll send the list. That’ll let me tweak your account balance.’ ‘Okay, great.’ Martin said aloud, “Hey, Tallie. I need some numbers, can you read them to me?” He read Daemon’s list aloud, and when Tallie gave him the codes, he typed them in diligently. ‘Thanks’, Daemon said. Martin started to type out a response, but curiously, before he could hit send, Daemon’s name grayed out. “Weird…” He wasn’t sure what to do next. Maybe he already had the tokens. Maybe it’d all been a scam–but if it had, he wasn’t worried, he didn’t have an account balance to clear out. “Tallie, take me back to the club,” he said, laying back and closing his eyes. When he reappeared, he looked around for Daemon, but she was nowhere to be seen. He checked his account balance, but it still sat at a single digit number, his starting balance from opening an account. “You’ve got a message!” Tallie said. “From an anonymous user.” “Uh…” Martin frowned. “What is it?” “It says, ‘Fifty thousand credits, and we’ll give your account access back.’ And then there’s a TotalVerse Banking account number.” Tillie beamed while she spoke, totally at odds with what she’d just said. Martin looked around the club, shocked. He half expected to see Daemon smirking at him, but all he saw were the faces of other new users in their various attire, a few of whom were glancing at him curiously. “What?” “It says, ‘Fifty thousand credits, and we’ll give your account access–” “Yeah, no, I heard you.” Martin gaped. “Tillie, show me user settings.” “I’m afraid your user settings are password protected,” Tillie smiled. “Can you tell me the password?” “I…but…” Martin started to say. He had no followup. He’d fallen for a stupid scam within ten minutes of opening his account. And then he noticed the warmth in his pants. Looking down, his eyes widened, shocked as he saw a dark, wet stain spreading down from his crotch, turning the white fabric bright yellow. “Tillie, what the hell?” “I’m sorry, I don’t understand the question,” Tillie said. “Why did I just–” Martin looked around, horrified to see the smirks being cast his direction. In a quiet hiss, he finished, “Piss myself?” “It looks like your potty training settings have been adjusted to zero,” Tillie said. “You can reset that at any time from your user settings. Would you like to go there now?” “Yes!” Martin snapped. “I’m afraid your user settings are password protected,” Tillie smiled. “Can you tell me the password?” Martin blanched. His account had been bricked, unless he was willing to pay a ransom or continue pissing his pants in the TotalVerse. “I…” A passing guy snickered. “You got scammed, bro!” While Martin took that in, Tallie chimed in again. “It looks like your clothes are dirty. Would you like to have them cleaned, or change to a different outfit from your inventory?” “I don’t have any other clothes!” Martin snapped. “Yes you do! Your inventory has plenty of options,” Tillie said, raising her hand. A menu appeared, showing he had one other piece of clothing in his wardrobe inventory–a plain, white, puffy diaper.” Martin swallowed. “Take me back to the loading room, please.” They vanished from the bar, and reappeared in the starting area. He took a breath. “How much does it cost to clean my clothing?” “You may have your clothing automatically refreshed once per day,” Tallie said. “Additional cleanings cost credits, depending on the item.” “Can I buy other clothes?” he asked. “I’m afraid that option is password protected,” Tillie smiled. “Can you tell me the password?” “Dammit!” Martin snapped. “Ok. Ok, this is fine. Can I still, like, buy stuff?” “Your ability to purchase mods and clothing is password protected, but your other options are currently available,” Tillie said. “Is there something you’d like to buy?” “No, I just…” Sitting down, Martin took a deep breath. “Shit. So I can either ditch my headset completely, or deal with…ugh. Diapers.” He’d have to think about it. It was just annoying enough that he might put up with the embarrassment and nuisance, if it meant getting the other benefits of the TotalVerse. Besides, as fun as the Verse parts were, the most important aspect was the augmented reality. Those settings would be lifechanging, the kind he’d wanted the set for to begin with. If nothing else, getting to bang Tallie whenever he wanted would be well worth the sticker price. “Okay, Tallie, I’m ready to leave the TotalVerse,” he said. “Alright! Close your–” He already had his eyes closed, and he returned to reality. Once again, he was laying on his couch, the t-shirt went away and was replaced with his tank top, and his wet pants… He was still in wet pants. Opening his eyes, he looked down, shocked to see that his jeans were just as soaked as his pants in-verse had been. “Uh…” he said. “Uh…” All his user settings had been modified. Not just the in-verse settings. If he wanted the potty training back, he’d have to take off his headset completely. “Uh, Tallie…” he started to say. She blinked into appearance on his lap. “Would you like to have sex now?” His concerns faded. He could take off the headset later. And maybe he could just buy some diapers for regular-day use, too. ... Hey there, author note! I'd like to know what you think of the concept in this story. Aside from the plot itself, there's a lot I could do with the concept of a VR universe like this. I'd like to hear your comments! Also... I already wrote another story in this universe, it's in early access on Patreon & SubscribeStar. "Gamer Pants: the Stat Dump" will be out publicly next month, but you can read it early if you want to support my writing! https://www.patreon.com/posts/67843661 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/628275

Hey everyone! I would like to say this is my first time trying to write, but that's not true. I have started a couple stories that ended up fizzling out just after starting them. This time, I'm taking on a smaller scope for my story, so hopefully I can actually see this one through. My plan is for the entirety of this story to only be 3 or 4 chapters, and I basically have the general outline for how everything will go, so this shouldn't be too difficult to complete. Anyway, this story has most of it's plot beats based on a real life occurrence with my partner. Obviously both characters are above the age of 18. Please share any comments/critique you have and thanks for reading! Date Night to Diapers “Why did I have to show-off and get the spiciest curry?” Dylan wondered to himself as he squirmed in the passenger seat of his boyfriend’s sedan. The Indian restaurant they had just dined at was famous for serving a particular lamb dish that was tear-inducingly spicy. Wanting to show off to Curtis, his boyfriend, Dylan ordered this specialty dish without a second thought. He generally enjoyed spicy food, and the meal was definitely delicious, but the spiciness was unlike anything Dylan had ever experienced. Through the half-hour it took them to eat their meal, Dylan must have drunk about a half-gallon of water. Add on to it the almost full pint of beer that he chugged at the end of the meal (not going to let $5 go to waste), and Dylan was currently in dire straits. “What’s up kiddo?” Curtis asks from beside Dylan as the car pulls off the highway. Kiddo. Dylan never knew how to feel about his boyfriend’s choice in nickname. It is true that Dylan, standing at 5’7”, was dwarfed by his boyfriend, a giant at 6’4”. And sure, they had done some ageplay stuff over the past few months, but the term made sense during the roleplay. Curtis used the term to refer to Dylan all the time though, and Dylan wasn’t a kid in his day-to-day life. He was an adult. Dylan had never even heard of ageplay or ABDL before he met Curtis. It was adorable the first time Curtis brought up his interest in the fetish a couple of months prior. He was so nervous and blushing so hard that it was one of the only times Dylan ever felt like the more manly person in the relationship. Dylan agreed to try it out after this initial conversation. He could tell that it was very important to Curtis, and also didn’t see it as being too gross or out there. Thus, over the past few months, Dylan had found himself wearing GoodNites a half dozen times, and even a full-blown ABDL diaper twice per his boyfriend’s request. Most of the time, Dylan simply wore the garment as an element of their foreplay. The last couple times, though, Curtis had convinced Dylan to wet his padded underwear. As he had come out to find he didn’t mind wearing them, Dylan though that wetting them might turn out similarly. Dylan kind of hated to admit it, but he definitely didn’t mind wetting them either. He thought that having his own excrement in contact with his body would be disgusting, but the protective underwear always did a good job of absorbing his urine, leaving a warm, damp, and squishy cocoon around his groin. Now shifting in his seat, foot tapping so fast that it would put Neil Peart to shame, Dylan blushed as he recalled these most previous roleplaying sessions. During those times, he had actually found it surprisingly difficult to wet his diapers, even when he had to go. At this point, Dylan was pretty sure that any slip in his concentration would result in a genuine accident, not one forged in roleplay. “Nothing,” Dylan blurted out meekly. He tried to hold himself still, so that Curt wouldn’t think something was up. He was fairly successful, though his foot kept tip-tapping away. The restaurant was all of 30 minutes from the couple’s house – 25 minutes on the highway, 5 minutes the rest of the way home. Dylan knew this, and as they had just turned off the highway, he knew that he had to make it just 5 minutes until they were home. Just 5 more minutes. 5 more minutes of sitting with a bursting bladder. A bladder that seemed to be continuously filling and putting more and more pressure on his muscles. A bladder that seemed to have a pain growing deep inside it. A bladder that – “Can you drive a bit faster?” Curtis glanced sideways at Dylan, giving him a look of suspicion before returning his gaze to the road and pressing his foot slightly harder into the accelerator. “Sure thing, kiddo.” This time the childish term of endearment didn’t even register with Dylan. The entirety of the outside world might as well not have mattered to Dylan at this point. His entire life at this moment was wholly dedicated to his internal struggle of not having a genuine accident. Dylan didn’t even realize it, but his hands had made their way down to his groin and were pushing down – anything to help in this desperate time. Eyes intensely shut, Dylan put all his effort into clamping down on his bladder. At this point, one wrong move would spell disaster. As his concentration slipped to being 100% on keeping his pants dry, Dylan once again began dancing around in his seat like a raver on ecstasy. This made it explicitly obvious to Curtis what Dylan was going through, if it wasn’t already clear before. Curtis kept throwing quick glances at Dylan. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Was his boyfriend really going to have a genuine accident, something that only happened in his dreams? Maybe not. They were now less than a mile from their home - and salvation for Dylan. Curtis saw the set of train tracks by their home coming up, and like the 100 other times he drove down this road, he put his foot lightly on the breaks to slow down. “No! Don’t slow down!” Dylan practically shouted as his head flipped up and eyes shot open. Partly listening to Dylan’s instruction, but mostly startled by the sudden outburst, Curtis lifted his foot off the brake. The small sedan hurtled towards, and soon over, the set of tracks. Dylan’s outburst had been short sighted. Going over the tracks at such a high speed caused the car to nearly lift off the ground, before it came crashing back down, giving a huge jostle to the inhabitants. That was it for Dylan. The enormous bump had caused his intense concentration to falter. As the stranglehold on his bladder gave way, Dylan’s mouth fell agape and he sharply inhaled. Almost instantly a huge surge of urine shot out of him, splattering against the front of his boxers, followed by a continuous torrent. Unlike the pretend times when he had wet a diaper, his undies stood no chance to stop the flood. Dylan could feel the cotton of his briefs instantly become warm and saturated, with the wetness quickly spreading elsewhere throughout his groin. Not a half-second later, Dylan could feel his accident permeating through his khakis and getting his hands, still pressed firmly into his groin, wet. Dylan couldn’t really process what was happening. The immense relief combined with the intense humiliation of having an accident while not even a foot from his lover brought out emotions Dylan had never experienced. Dylan’s head panned down as he removed his hands from his crotch, now being able to view the ever-growing expanse of his accident with no ability to stop it. While some of his pee managed to soak the front of his pants, most of Dylan’s urine began trickling between his legs. Like a river feeding into a lake, the stream of urine soon soaked through the bottom of Dylan’s khakis and formed a warm pool in the leather seat. At long last, Dylan could feel the stream slow to a dribble and eventually stop. Dylan slowly raised his hands to cover his face, the pleasure from finally releasing his aching bladder being the only thing keeping him from full-on crying. The last two-hundred feet of the drive were emotional mayhem for Dylan as he was flooded with feelings of pleasure, guilt, relief, humiliation, and – most confusing to Dylan – arousal as he could feel his penis growing slightly hard within his urine-soaked pants. The car finally came to a complete stop within the couple’s garage. The sound of the engine stopping snapped Dylan out of his trance and he opened his eyes. “Oh, honey…”, Dylan heard Curtis finally remark on his accident. Of course, Curtis knew of his boyfriend’s accident as it was occurring, but didn’t want to make a comment until he was sure Dylan had completely finished. Whipping his misty, tear-filled eyes towards his boyfriend, Dylan exclaimed “I’m so sorry! I tried to hold it!”, not even realizing how childish he sounded with his outburst. “Let me close the garage door. That way, the neighbors can’t see and this can be just our little secret. You wait right there. I’ll come around and get you. Alright, Kiddo?” Curtis reassured Dylan as he pressed the garage door button once more. Dylan nods slowly at Curtis before returning his gaze downward. The sound of the garage door closing did a good job at masking Dylan’s quiet sobs while Curtis quickly stepped around to the passenger side door. At the sound of his door opening, Dylan tearfully looked up at Curtis. He unconsciously lifted his arms up towards his boyfriend, pleading to be helped. “Look at you…Let’s go get you cleaned up.” Curtis grabs the outstretched arms and helps Dylan up. As they march into the house, Dylan’s mind is once again elsewhere. Kiddo. For some reason, being called that by Curtis in this moment was reassuring, comforting, loving, not demeaning like it usually felt. He had roleplayed as a child for Curtis before, but now he was unintentionally living it out. As he walked, Dylan could feel the excess pee from the childish misdeed slowly trickle down his pantlegs, with some droplets even falling off, leaven a trail of urine from the car to the house. The tears in Dylan’s eyes made it impossible for him to see, and he relied entirely on Curtis as the two walked through the threshold into the house.

Hi, I've lurked here for years, and even posted a couple of times under an old account years ago. I've taken the plunge to become a bed-wetter for real. Partly for fun, as weird as that would sound to anyone outside this community. And partly so I can get a continuous, uninterrupted night's sleep. In other words, I am aiming to train myself to cease waking up to go. So, I'm thinking about establishing a blog to chronicle my progress if anyone is interested. I've been at it for about four weeks now. I'm getting some customized coaching help to see if I can speed things up faster than the 12-month program. (I know, typical American, always in a hurry.) I want to sleep soundly all night through bed-wetting to be willing to pay a bit for help if it really works. I will mention the training I'm using on my blog if I set it up. I don't mind mentioning it here so long as that does not break any of this site's rules. (Don't want to start off participating in forums by getting in trouble!) I may put some ads on my blog like an Amazon store, but I have zero financial interest in the bedwetting training service I use. I'm neither an owner nor an employee nor an independent contractor. I'm just a satisfied customer -- given progress so far. I can also chronicle progress here which has been kind of interesting. But again, still trying to sort out if there is interest and where I should post my experiences as well as when I hit my goal of sleeping all night and letting things "go" as they will. I'm not looking for acrimonious debates, so I'll just ignore any nasty comments should they pop up. If you're interested, great! Tune in. If not, well, DD is a huge site so there are plenty of other places to play. Bob

Okay, so today, after the service got out, I used a urinal at the church restroom. Pedestrian activity, think again. As most of you know I have paruresis or shy bladder. Okay, I can usually use the urinal at a dead restroom. But at places like work, school, or church where someone I know is likely to come in, I am driven to the cubicles. Today, I felt the need to urinate, walked down to the mens. Took the left most urinal, no problem so far. I counted backwards from 12 to 1, then pictured a waterfall. At home, this sends me rushing to a restroom. I felt my body relaxing, but not enough. I then thought, relax, picture myself in a diaper, wetting like a toddler. I was able to use the urinal, and I finished just as another guy was walking in.\ Later when I was home I was catching up on some school reading, alternating between watching stargate and youtube. I felt an urge to urinate. I relaxed my body as usual, but then I began to relax my bladder as a toddler. After doing this three or four times, I began to pee my pants while on the wooden chair. I was able to wet my pants without shifting position. My crotch and butt were quite soaked, and I had a towel nearby to cleanup. I just got out of the shower. Here is a hypnosis audiofile that teaches the subconscious mind that it is okay to wet/mess your diapers and or pants when it is appropriate to do so. I am not sure if I could to this in public or not and honesly, I don't really want to. It would definately not be appropriate if it were for show. While it could be fun having a true wetting accident, I do not believe that is possible. I cannot 'go' unless I consciously relax my body to release the sphincters; this is not possible in all circumstances. I am convinced that I will need to think like a toddler, and cultivate infantile thought patterns about urination to destroy this. here is the file: http://littleab.com/wavs/Baby.mp3 When I was in High School, I was in the Business Academy at California High School in Whittier. Among other things we had to learn how to dype, use microsoft word, take an accounting class, and our senior projects were a little bit harder, we deleloped a mock business plan. We traveled up to San Francisco on a tour bus. I felt a need to pee. I could not relieve myself on the bus. Two hours later, I was greatly with pain, I could not urinate, went back on the bus, finally 2.5 hours later we stopped at a rest station. I waited until we were almost ready to leave, then ran to the bathroom, peed, and ran back! Being in pain for hours on end is something no one should endure. Back them I had a moderate to severe case of shy bladder. Honestly, having puritanical body shame drilled into me did not help, nor being pushed around a bit by the guys, nor being accused of masturbating when I could not use the urinal at Carls Junior in Somewhere, CA. I have had this since I was eight. I now know the cause. For years I had this memory of a fast food restaurant, a dark night, and an Aladdin series toy, but I could figure out how this made sense. Often I would see these images when I thought back on deep sea fishing trips, and it would appear randomly usually before I fell asleep. I realized this was a repressed memory. This summer, I saw the horrible movie. My father kept sending me to the mens to try to do the stand up kind, I kept telling him that I didn't have to go, making several trips. Then he got frustrated followed me into the restroom, I headed to the stall, after passing the urinal at the Burger King. This stranger comes in, and he has to use the stall for #2. At that moment, he hears me let out a little stream. The stranger became upset because I didn't need the stall to pee and he needed to use it. My father mumbled: Ohhh, my sonnn, he is innn there peeinnng! (Angrily muttered through his teeth) I quickly finished, abruptly rushed, got out, the stranger walked into the stall. For a young child, it is traumatizing when their parents do not stand up for them. Then I began to avoid the urinals at school. My father warned me about bullies in school restrooms as well, only to use then between classes. My mother talked to the school, and I was allowed to pee in the nurses office. Paruresis is formed by: a traumatic initial event (My father deferring to the stranger and taking his irritation on me), avoidant behaviour (my avoiding urinals at school, then using the restroom in the nurses office to urinate) I am now 26 and have had paruresis for 18 long years. Now it is an occasional nuisance, when a restroom is crowded I must use the stalls. According to my research (and the IPA website; paruresis.org) Seven percent of the population has paruresis. Chances are, there are several abdl's on this site who have this as well. I have already had a few members confide in me that they have this as well. The hypnofile is very powerful, I recommend you wear a diaper while listening to it. I soaked my diaper the second time I heard it!