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As the fog and stink of sulfur dispersed, I was left in slack jawed awe at the result of a decade of research and painstaking work. It’s not often such long-term dedication bears fruit this grand. “This is… Curious.” The armor-clad Devil, speaks in a cold tone… as one might expect. It chills me to my core; both the thinly veiled rage and the unnatural yet beautiful sound of its spare words. I shake off the feeling and speak willfully. She’s trapped- suspended in a barrier. I’ve nothing to fear. “Elyial! With your true name you’ve been called forth by the great wizard, Lottie. Grant my wish such that you may be sent back to the depths.” A gauntlet reaches forth and prods the barrier. The small yet violent act causes the cozy woodland home to tremble and shake. Sparks fly as the infernal metal greets the edge of containment. A horrible sound akin to nails on a chalkboard fills the silence. My breath catches in my throat. It is not a barrier befitting the containment of such power. She could break free easily; an explosive act that would destroy the house and kill me in the process. Bright red eyes narrow within the creature’s helm. Directing her contempt to me- truly seeing me for the first time. The arm drops as she halts her attempt to destroy the barrier. “I see what you’ve done. Quite clever…” The tense moment ends as soon as it began. My breathing resumes as a wide smile breaks out on my face. It’s always nice to have one’s hard work praised… “For a Devil such as yourself this level of planning was necessary.” “… For a human.” ... Even if the praise is given begrudgingly. What she noticed was a spell to bind our souls together. For all her power if Elyial was in any way involved in my harm she would be consigned to oblivion. Never to be reformed in the underworld. The barrier keeps her from trying anything. And in case the barrier needs dropped, a final spell used in the summoning anchors her to my approximate location- a max distance of 200ft so she doesn’t fuck off somewhere. As for why of all Devils I’d chosen Elyial- it had been for her abilities. A powerful general amongst the underworld’s armies- she grants her own wishes to bring ruin to those in her way. When that isn’t enough, she crushes swathes of Demons with a single blow from her massive flail. “Send me back and I will forgive this foolish act. You play beyond your abilities, little wizard, and my patience has limits.” After the condescending pause, the Devil continues. But makes no move. And at that, I smirk. “There is no escape. The sooner you give up- the happier we’ll both be. Now if you wanna be a stubborn bitch, you can float in my living room till you change your mind… Otherwise let’s get this over with.” “… Proceed.” Elyial responds after pausing to survey the unkempt room. It’s not that I’m dirty, I’m just lazy when it comes to anything outside magic. Excitedly, I launch into my wish. A little something I’d prepared ahead of time to reduce the chances of the wish going wayward. “I never want to work again! Grant me a free life of relaxation where I’m pampered by those around me and loved by all! With enough money to make my lifestyle possible in perpetuity! While of course taking care to ensure no one is harmed by the completion of the wish and that I remain human and of sound mind and body.” Suspended in air, Elyial watches. Her eyes burn holes in me. She’s clenching her fist so hard it trembles. “So it will come to be.” She mutters, almost spitting the words at me. Before I can process her reaction, a powerful drowsy sensation hits me. I reach out in time to catch myself as I slump down to the floor. Rapidly I lose the ability to keep my eyes open. My consciousness fades into an inky black. ~~~ Tangled up in blankets, I wake groggily. Which is a normal for me. What isn’t normal is the tall ceiling with fancy trim. My heart leaps into my throat- it worked! It had to have! And Elyial didn’t find a way to twist my wish into turning me into a pile of flesh. Or something worse. In my excitement, my paci falls from my mouth and dangles from its clip. … …… My what…?! Something isn’t right. Quickly I toss my blankets aside and gasp. I’m in a pink bodysuit, 3 buttons on the crotch. No, not a bodysuit- a onesie. The bulge and off white plastic poking out from the onesie is unmistakable. I flex my legs in disbelief; the bulk is undeniably there. But something else as well, a damp warm sensation. This isn’t a dream, this is very much real. My face feels hot. My mind a jumbled mess as I struggle to accept the present situation. But then, I notice the bars surrounding me and the greater room beyond. Elyial you fucking whore. Oh yes, without question my bedroom is significantly larger. The issue at hand is that it is now a goddamned nursery. One fit for a 5’10 adult. Seemingly for me. My bed- a crib. The desk where I’d craft spells- a rocking chair. That chest of ingredients and supplies- an overflowing toy chest. Wardrobe- a massive changing table stocked with row after row of frustratingly adorable disposable underwear. Where once was wood panel walls- now pink plaster with cutesy little infantile doodles. She’ll fix this. One wish is all it’ll take. I still have leverage. Using the bars I pull myself up, standing unsteadily with the unfamiliar bulk between my legs. I find one of the rail release mechanisms. Despite my best efforts the thing is made to be near impossible to lower from this side. A good handful of minutes were spent attempting to climb the rail. The unwieldy padding along with my… Less than stellar strength, made the task impossible. For once I curse my lack of athleticism. Without my staff or writing implements to craft a spell, dropping it with magic is out of the question either. So, I take a deep breath- “DEVIL! LET ME OUT!” -and shout. “… I’m stuck… unless… kill us… ?” Faintly I hear her response. Asshole didn’t even try to shout- from her tone she’s enjoying herself. She can’t or won’t let me out till the barrier is gone- which she has kindly offered to do herself at the cost of our lives. I can’t believe this. It’s the only way out. We haven’t even started negotiations and I’ll be joining the table down one of my three cards. Not that there’s a chance in hell I’ll ever unbind our souls- so that leaves one playable card… “Fudge it, [Release]… Fudge? F-u-d-g-e. FUDGE!” Fuck. I massage my forehead as I feel my link to the dispelled barrier dissolve. Shortly after the door opens and in walks Elyial. Having undergone a wardrobe change. Gone is the imposing armor; unveiling an ethereal red-eyed beauty with a half crown braid of white and black. Adorned by black khakis and a burgundy shirt mostly obscured by a white apron accented in black. The anger and frustration that’s been boiling up lasted till we locked eyes and she smiled. An act that hastens my heart- in fear and unwitting desire. Elyial leans on the bars next to where I stand. Appraising me with her eyes. “How’s my dear little Lottie? Not that I need ask. You’re rather soaked, aren’t you? Pushing your special panties to the limit, hm?” If her intent was to humiliate or embarrass me, she was doing a wonderful job. My face explodes in crimson. Doing my best to appear unbothered, I respond with a measured voice. “L-Let’s cut to it. Why don’t we make a deal?” “Oh?” “I won’t remove the soul bind for obvious reasons, but I will drop the anchor so you may return whence you came.” “Who is to say I wish to leave?” Not something you want to hear from a high-ranking Devil. I can feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead. My bladder twinges as anxiety bubbles up. “Uh… I… I Cannot reasonably let you freely roam the mortal plane… If that’s what you’re implying…” “Oh, I understand sweetie. You silly wizards have all these rules and taboos. You’d be turned into an adorable stain if you unleashed me on your world.” She continues to speak in an uncomfortably sugary voice- opposed to the cold and measured anger the night before. I’d more prefer if she was raging at me. That would at least make sense. “Do you want claim over my soul?” “Not particularly.” “Then what? What can I offer for you to fix this?” “What needs fixing, dear? Your wish was granted and you were oh so clever enough to avoid getting turned into a pile of flesh or gnat. Congratulations~” My eye twitches as I gesture down at my outfit. “You think I wished for this? Diapers and all?” Elyial looks amused and taps her chin thoughtfully. “All criteria are fulfilled. I don’t think an adult baby like you needs to work… And those pampers of yours do look like they’re in need of some pampering… And you’re oh so cute like this- everyone’s going to love you~” “You twisted my wish!” I point at her accusatorily. “Tsk tsk. I only choose to grant the wish; I have no say over how it is granted. Tis not my fault you desired so grandly… Wouldn’t you say blaming me is a little immature, sweetheart?” She’s being such a frustratingly obstinate shit. “So you won’t negotiate, fan-fudging-tastic. What do you get out of this? You’re trapped in this too.” Elyial perks up, rubbing her hands together. Excited that I broached the subject. “Sidebar with me here, I promise it’s relevant. Could you… Say my name for me?” “Whatever, mommy I don’t-“ I slap my hands over my mouth, eyes wide as I stare at her. She clasps her hands together, smile growing ever wider. Those red eyes of her twinkle brightly. “Awww that was so adorable! Aah… Should’ve caught it on video…” The few beads of sweat on my forehead have grown and spread; covering my body in a coldsweat. Another twinge on my bladder and I barely register the floodgates open. My- The diaper warms between my legs, now only held up by a few strained onesie snaps. “O-Oh god I-I didn’t mean to say that…” The Devil chuckles, a sound that does not put me at ease. Without warning she grabs me under the arms and plucks me out of the crib. “Ah! W-Wait!” She pulls me close to her and in my confused shock I wrap my legs around the Devil to keep from being dropped. Before wrapping the other arm around my back, she plops the pacifier clipped to my onesie into my mouth. In an anxiety ridden autopilot it bobs up and down in my mouth. Despite being only a head taller than me, she pulled that off with ease- a result of her unnatural strength. “Why don’t we get little miss soggy a fresh diaper, hm?” While talking, Elyial walks us in the direction of the changing table. All the while patting my bottom, driving my diapered state home. I cringe each time as I’m reminded by the damp sensation on my butt. “Aah, sidebar over. I must admit, I was concerned about your wish. You covered a few of the common traps. There was a good chance you would’ve walked away unscathed… Having made a fool of me. Leaving me no retaliatory options.” Her grip on me tightens a little as her voice drops. The sweet façade drops as she remembers the previous night. Any squirming I was doing in her arms ceased immediately. Elyial notices and lightens up. “For obvious reasons my worries scattered to the wind as soon as the wish started taking shape. This was building up to be better than anything I could dream of doing to you. The best part being how self-inflicted it is~” Gently she places me on the changing table. I sink into the padded surface. Her hand lightly pushes into the front of my diaper, as if checking how wet I am. The sodden padding brushes against my most intimate bits. Unconsciously I gasp from behind the paci as an intense feeling gut punches me. Such an intense feeling… I pray this isn’t another result of the wish- but I know it is. She laughs to herself, happy with my reaction. “I made a little wish of my own you know. To have a part to play in this production, and thoroughly enjoy it. Every minute. Even if it meant saddling myself with an odd predilection or two.” Her point is punctuated with the sound of the tapes ripping. As the front of the sodden garment is pulled away, I shoot my hands down in a meager attempt at modesty. Elyial rolls her eyes good naturedly and shoos my hands away as she begins wiping my nether regions with the baby-wipes. I shudder on the table- initially from the cold but then from the sensation. Against my rational self my eyes roll back, my neck cranes, and my mouth snaps down on the paci. Fuck! Holy Shit! “I’m thrilled to see you enjoy this just as much as mommy~” The Devil adds slyly as she continues. In this moment I don’t care about anything. I buck my hips into her hand. Oh fuck! Mommy please, please mommy make me- Elyial lingers just long enough to put me on the verge of completion before pulling her hand away- ruining the orgasm. My eyes snap back into focus, my body a mess of hungering need. “N-No! Pwease! I-“ “Aw you didn’t finish? My sweet little princess that might be rather common in your future. Maybe if you’re a good little thing we’ll let you have some fun- maybe with a teddy bear…” Ignoring the desperate whines escaping from my pacified lips, she slips a fresh diaper under my bottom. As my loins are once again sealed behind fresh padding and plastic my libido cools down like a bucket of ice dropped down my pants. The primal urges are replaced by embarrassment on a scale I’d never thought possible. I bury my face in my hands. I can’t believe I just did that. This is so fucked, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck! “Every embarrassment. Every humiliation. Every waking moment. I will be by your side. Striving to ruin you in new, creative ways. Going just far enough to break you down without crossing the brink. Again, and again.” My heart skips a beat. Equally measured in excitement at the prospect, shameful embarrassment at the disconnect between my body and mind, and horror at being under Elyial’s thumb. I pull out the paci and launch into a final plea. This can’t be it, there has to be a way out- to escape this fate. “Please m-mommy, I-I know you’re mad at me but… Anything, anything but this…” Elyial laughs and boops me on the nose. “Oh, my silly girl. I’m not mad at you. I’m mad for you.” She leans close, cupping my face with her warm hand. Staring deep into my eyes with an intense look. Her upper teeth biting so hard in desire on her bottom lip that it draws blood. “The way you look at me in fear- so desperate to hide it. How you ultimately give in to my touch after fighting it. Your constant embarrassed glow. Your subconscious chewing on your paci against your will. The way your body presses into mine and the plastic mass cups in my hand. The sight of your soaked diaper hanging off your frame. Hearing your panicked voice call me mommy. Knowing that this is only the beginning and I have so much, much, much more to discover… It drives me mad. And I love it. All of it. I love you, Lottie~” “N-No! You don’t want this mommy, please! It-It’s the wish!” An obsessive love born of her infernal desire to torment. An ungodly horrible result for me. Elyial picks me up and pulls me close. I can feel a hand stroking my back as the other gropes my diaper- an invasive act that would surely be many to come. It reddens my cheeks. Tears gather in the corners of my eyes as the reality of this nightmare sets in. A nightmare I pray I’ll wake from. “There, there… Don’t you remember what you said? ‘There is no escape. The sooner you give up- the happier we’ll both be’.” ~~~ Character Biographies- Lottie: Human wizard, 30 years old. Average build, 5’10. Unkempt medium length blonde hair, brown eyes. Top of her class in magic school, excelling in application and theory of magical formulae. Lazy in all regards beyond magic. For that reason, an ingenious plan filled her head- one that would take a decade to complete. She secluded herself to a cabin deep in the woods to keep prying eyes away from her taboo work. Why go through all that trouble instead of making golems to do everything for her? Beats me; eccentric geniuses, am I right? Ultimately her wish was granted and she has an eternity to learn to be happy about it! Elyial: Devil general, without age. Deceptively slender build, 6’6. Long white/black hair in a half crown braid, red eyes. Little is known about Elyial to the magic community, including that she is amongst the Fallen. Large in part to the Devil ensuring all historic texts regarding her have been purged. Obviously, she missed one and will be overjoyed to see its destruction too. A Fallen Angel- she once granted wishes for the sake of mankind and the world. Giving away a piece of herself in every wish. As the wishes grew more self-serving, she pushed the hatred welling inside her deep down. The Angel fell when she had given too much of herself and bore witness to the twisted outcome of humanity’s wishes. She was satisfied tormenting the damned in the lower realms and working off her sorrowful rage in the Blood Wars. Fortunately, Lottie has gifted her a new outlet and she has all the twisted love in the world to give her little Wizard.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my first attempt at a story and I wanted to clarify one thing. This is at its core a transfem MTF transformation story. As a trans woman I have some experience with the feelings, emotions, and hurdles of this, but I absolutely do not have a cis woman's perspective on anything. There will be sex and body exploration moments, and as someone without a vagina I had to research what this is like. Hopefully it doesn't come across like some dumbass virgin wrote it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy ------------------------------------------------------ Chapter 1: In Which She Makes a Wish Ryan stared in awe at the being hovering before him, a beautiful woman with long flowing chestnut colored hair held in a ponytail by a turquoise band, a matching bedlah top covering her chest, and gold bands around her wrists. Piercing blue eyes regarded the boy, a hint of a smile touching them. However the most notable thing in Ryan's estimation was that just below the navel her body ended and below that she was made of a lavender smoke that endlessly emanated from an ornate antique bottle, twisting and flowing in eddies and swirls that seemed to hypnotize him as he beheld the being before him. “Well met, Master,” intoned the strange ethereal woman. “I am known as Sisu the Giving, genie of the bottle. I give you my most humble thanks for freeing me. In return I shall grant you all your heart’s desires. May I ask the name of my Master?” Ryan stared slack-jawed. He had found the bottle in an antique shop tucked away in an alley that he’d never meant to go down in the first place. He’d bought it as a gift for his girlfriend’s birthday. Andrea loved antiques and Ryan had thought she’d love the bottle especially, but when he pulled out the stopper this was the very last thing he’d expected to happen. Finally after a moment of stunned silence he spoke to the genie before him. “I’m, uh, Ryan,” he said lamely. “You…you're really a genie? I mean, uh, obviously you must be, but…I didn't know genies were real.” “Indeed I am,” Sisu the Giving said. “Alas, my kind are rarer in this age. I can feel only three others of my kind left in this world. Many of us have passed to realms beyond, or shall never be found again and have wasted away. ‘Tis a great tragedy, but unfortunately not one that I may remedy, for my bond is to you, my Master. As he who has freed me I am bound to your eternal servitude. As they say, your wish is my command!” Sisu smiled brightly and twirled in midair as bright glittering sparks flew about her from her fingertips, painting her as the very picture of ethereal beauty. Ryan was awed by her, still hardly believing what was happening. “Wish? You mean you can really grant any wish I want?” he asked. “Of course, my Master! I shall grant anything you desire. Fame, fortune, love, anything you ask of me shall be yours!” Ryan paused, suddenly wary. “Hold on,” he said cautiously. “In stories genies aren't always so kind in granting wishes, there's always some kind of twist.” Sisu’s eyes twinkled as she regarded her new master. “Indeed,” she agreed. “Many of my kind have done these things. I, however, shall not warp your wish into some unfavorable or nefarious outcome. Your wish shall be granted perfectly and according to your true desire.” Ryan waited for a moment for Sisu to speak. “But…?” he prompted. Sisu smiled a wan and dry smile. “Of course,” she confessed, “a price must be paid. For everything you receive something from you shall be taken. This thing I will not tell you and you shall not know until it is gone, but I give you my solemn vow that neither you nor those you love shall come to harm, nor shall your wish be tainted.” Ryan considered this. If what Sisu was saying was true it wasn't as bad as the stories had said it would be. However, this could potentially be just as bad, especially if he didn't know what he'd have to give up. Still, the trade-off might be worth it in the end after his three wishes were through. Actually…wait a minute. “Wait,” he exclaimed as the thought occurred, “you haven't told me how many wishes I get!” “That is because there is no limit,” Sisu proclaimed. “I do not limit you to one, three, or even five as some of my brothers and sisters may have. You may decide yourself when the price becomes too high for you to ask for more.” Ryan paled slightly. These trades must be pretty serious if Sisu thought he would give up on his own accord. What would be the breaking point? What would be taken from him that would cause him to quit? And just because something wasn’t harmful doesn’t mean it couldn’t be bad. “That's…different,” he muttered uneasily. “Is there anything else I should know? Any more rules like no killing or no love?” “Nothing of that sort. Love is easy to manipulate, even if it can get a bit unpleasant. If you truly wish someone to die then it shall be done, but the price of ending a life shall be severe.” Sisu’s eyes turned steely and sharp. Ryan could see the weight of her words reflected in her expression as she spoke. “I would also caution against raising the dead,” the genie continued. “It can be done, but things tend to get…messy. Besides these, I give you one final warning.” The swirling smoke comprising Sisu's lower half suddenly shifted inward and formed into slender legs with a gold and turquoise pair of pants to match her bedlah top. Sisu touched down on the floor and took one quick stride to be face to face with Ryan for the first time. She stood at eye level just a few inches away and Ryan instinctively took a half step back. “What is done cannot be undone,” she warned, the severity shining in her eyes once more. “Neither wish nor sacrifice may be reversed. What you get and what you lose shall remain for all your life. Choose wisely.” With her warning completed Sisu floated back up into the air, taking a pose as if she were lounging on a chair, her head propped on her arm and her legs crossed, all trace of seriousness gone. Ryan swallowed nervously. “So, my Master,” she smiled. “What is your wish?” Ryan regarded the genie nervously. A pit had begun to form in his stomach as he weighed the choice before him. He could have anything he wanted. But was it worth the risk? What could he want so bad that it would be… He paused, and the pit grew deeper. Ever since the lavender smoke began pouring from that bottle a thought had played at the back of his mind, a thought that had grown stronger even as Ryan tried to shove it down, shove it back into the dark place of his mind where he kept it locked. Some days it stayed put, content to stay away, but it was always there, waiting, and on the nights when it broke free it consumed him and left him aching, sleepless, and hopelessly despairing. But now there was no avoiding it, and 27 years of repressing this feeling had finally taken its toll. It was free now, and the thought, that terrible ache, could be made real, and almost without even thinking Ryan spoke. “I…can you…” He hesitated. “Hm?” questioned Sisu, a curious look on her face. “What is it that troubles you, Master?” Ryan could hardly breathe, he felt like he was being choked. He forced himself to take a deep breath and count in his head until he was calmer. 1 and 1 is 2. 2 and 2 is 4. 4 and 4 is 8. “I wish…” he started. 8 and 8 is 16. 16 and 16 is 32. Sisu smiled, and unbeknownst to Ryan she used a tiny portion of her magic to loosen his tongue. She had a sneaking suspicion what his wish would be. It was not the first time she had seen this happen. “Speak, Master,” she intoned. Ryan counted 32 and 32 is 64, took a deep breath, let the pit fill his entire being, and spoke. “I wish I was a girl,” she commanded. Sisu did a midair somersault and landed in front of Ryan, her eyes glittering and her grin wide. Just as she’d suspected. "Your wish is my command, Mistress.” Smoke poured from the bottle, surrounding Sisu until she was no longer visible. At once the column of lavender haze drifted towards Ryan, enveloping her in a soft caress from head to toe. She shivered as she felt herself begin to change. Her short hair grew, lengthening to halfway down her back, light and smooth. Her shoulders and waist began to narrow at the same time as her hips began to widen. She suddenly felt very tight in her jeans and worried about them ripping as she felt her butt also begin to expand. She couldn't be too sure through the smoke but she could swear she felt herself shrinking. It was all too much. She could hardly breathe. It felt as though there was a heavy weight on her chest. She put her hand up and gasped, feeling the mounds beneath her shirt as her new breasts began to swell. She was suddenly very scared of how she hadn't specified anything about this, but there was nothing to be done now. Just as she was beginning to worry that they were going to get too big the swelling slowed and stopped. She breathed a sigh of relief, but tensed again as she heard Sisu’s voice in her ear. “Apologies, Mistress, this next part is going to be a bit invasive, but I need to be precise here. I promise I shall be gentle and make it nice for you.” The smoke receded from her head and feet, gathering at her crotch and moving into her pants. She squealed in fright as she felt her manhood begin to shrink, then let out a soft moan as she felt pleasure radiate from it. She shook and her knees buckled as she suddenly felt the greatest orgasm of her life rock her. Pure ecstasy radiated out from her crotch as she sat on hands and knees, unable to move as the genie continued her work. It came in waves in ways she had never felt before, reverberating through her whole body, shaking her to her core. As the bliss rolled over her she felt the genie moving deeper and deeper inside her new genitals. She could feel things inside her moving, being rearranged, transformed from her previous male organs to her new female ones. Soon the waves of pleasure subsided and she was left panting on the floor. Eventually she was dimly aware of the smoke coalescing in front of her as Sisu appeared again, looking proud and grinning from ear to ear. “I must say,” bragged the genie, “that this may be my greatest work in centuries.” Ryan looked up at Sisu, eyes wide, still catching her breath. “That…that was…” she panted in an unfamiliar high-pitched voice. “I’m really quite good,” the genie said, evidently very pleased. “Still, we're not quite done. There's one last finishing touch.” Ryan cocked her head to the side. What could possibly be left? Everything about her was fundamentally different now, even the world looked bigger. “What-” she started before Sisu knelt down, took her head by the chin, and kissed her firmly on the lips. Ryan's eyes went wide as suddenly thoughts, memories, and knowledge flashed in her mind. How to put on makeup, how to wear a bra, how to manage a period, everything one could ever need to know about being a woman was beamed directly into her head. At the same time Ryan felt something else leave her mind, some small piece of former knowledge taken. Was this the trade? Sisu broke the kiss after just two seconds, though to Ryan it had felt like an eternity. She wobbled slightly on hands and knees, then fully collapsed on her side, whimpering, the room spinning above her. Sisu drifted down to rest beside the poor girl and placed Ryan's head in her lap. The genie began to stroke Ryan’s hair and spoke softly to the new girl before her. “It is alright, Mistress. You have been through a lot. Just breathe and it will pass. Sixty…sixty-ffffff… Ryan's head was still swimming with the process and couldn't really focus properly on her numbers. But as her head began to clear she tried to focus on what was taken from her mind, something important, something she felt like she had all her life that was now missing, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't remember. “What was it?” she asked the genie unsteadily in her new higher, softer voice. “What did you take?” Sisu smiled down at Ryan. “Nothing too important. You'll find out soon enough.” Ryan blinked up at the genie. She was beautiful, and from here she looked almost motherly. As the last of the head fog cleared, Ryan sat up as straight as she could, if a bit unsteady, next to the attentive genie. Did Sisu get bigger? Or did… Ryan propped herself on the coffee table and slowly pulled herself up. Sisu stood and offered a helping hand which Ryan took as she took stock of everything. No, she wasn't imagining it, Sisu was taller than her, but only because Ryan was shorter. She had been at eye level with the genie before but now Ryan had lost at least eight or nine inches. Even her clothes hung weird and her jeans bunched up considerably around her ankles and under her heels. She'd have to have Andrea measure her when- “Andrea!” she squealed at the thought of her girlfriend. “What's she going to think seeing me like this?! I didn't even think about how she'd react! Sisu, change me back! She’s supposed to come over tonight!” Sisu gave a tsk tsk noise and wagged her finger at the girl. “Apologies, Mistress, but as you recall one of my rules was that wishes cannot be undone. I believe there's a delightful phrase in this time, ‘no take-backsies.’” Ryan groaned. Of course, stupid stupid Ryan, never thinking ahead. What was she going to do? “If I may, Mistress,” Sisu said, “I'd advise you to worry less about your girlfriend and more about yourself. You seem to be having some…difficulties?” Ryan looked up at the genie, still helping her stand, wondering what she was talking about, when she suddenly felt something very warm between her legs. She looked down and jumped back in alarm as she saw a growing wet stain around her crotch that was beginning to run down her legs, completely soaking the front of her too-tight jeans. It took a second for her to fully realize what was happening, but when she did she was utterly mortified. “What the fuck what the fuck!” She shrieked. She tried desperately to put her hands between her legs in an attempt to stop it, but to no avail. Under no control of her own she was wetting her pants and could not stop.

The Diaper Club Many years ago, when I was in the Navy, a few of my mates and I would book into a hotel when we were on leave and spend the time we had indulging in our respective passion. Sex was always a possibility but what I’d discovered on-board this particular ship was quite few of the ratings had similar desires as I… and that was for wearing diapers. It had been weird the way it had come about because it started off as a joke, well, a dare actually, for one of the new recruits (and the youngest member of the crew) to be cajoled into wearing a diaper as he was the ‘baby of the boat’. Apparently, a couple of the guys had had to suffer this ‘dare’ at the hands of their jock overlords if they wanted to get into the fraternity house at college. It was a youthful and silly initiation of sorts and seemed an innocent enough distraction from normal life aboard a ship. On top of that it was nice to see, even briefly, the young lad looking embarrassed as he shuffled around wearing a diaper. I know it made me horny to witness this and I could tell, call it a sixth sense, that others were also enjoying the spectacle on a different level to most others, who just saw it as a joke. What became clear was that the poor guy was inundated with diapers and plastic pants and before he knew it he was more or less, when not on parade, made to wear what the crew bought him. Once that ‘leaning’ had been established (and the sailor looked like he’d begun to enjoy being the ship’s baby) we all began to talk guardedly between ourselves and, surprise, surprise, diapers were a big turn on for a small bunch of us. This we used to bring us closer and although we didn’t wear onboard, at every opportunity on leave, we’d find a hotel and dress like we wanted. A couple of the guys were really into being adult babies, which was wonderful to watch. Guys in their youthful prime, slim, athletic and wearing a diaper, what could be better? Whilst me and another rating were just mad on diapers, diaper lovers, and wanted to wear all the time. However, being sailors and not free agents to do as we pleased, we kept it very low key from the rest of the ship. # Although a few furtive fumbles and quickly grabbed shags onboard ship happened, it wasn’t something that the officers encouraged… no matter what you might have heard. Even if we only had a pass for a few hours, we’d try to make sure we were all on leave together so that in our little group no one felt left out. We took it in turns dressing in our diapers and occasionally it would turn to sucking, fucking and being fucked and I think we all enjoyed it, I know I did. Eventually, we became a tight band of six, highly sexed, young guys who needed an outlet for our constantly hard cocks and it was fantastic to occasionally find others via texts and the internet who shared our ‘interest’. Onboard ship you had to learn to get along. Living conditions below decks were pretty cramped and it was drilled into you, as with all service personnel, that no matter how much you may not like the other guy; you might just rely on him in a moment of crisis. Thankfully, our group had bonded early on when we were very raw recruits on our first ship and we’d nervously banded together against this strange environment. We also flirted with each other and soon became relaxed in each other’s company. As there is absolutely no privacy, we saw each other naked, erect and horny at all times of the day and night. It wasn’t long before our meal-breaks and exercises on ship meant we were thrown together even more and those few, furtive and secretive wanks were no longer a solo exercise. Of course, we didn’t just have sex, when we were on leave we’d team up and see the sights, laughing and joking and enjoying what Navy life could offer us in friendship, camaraderie, travel and a career. From 18, until I left when I was 25, these lads kept me sane, happy and full of spunk… there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t have done for any of them and I’d like to think, that they wouldn’t have done for me. However, it was our love of wearing, and using, diapers that had brought us all together and it was that that kept our friendship even after our tour of service had ended. To consolidate that feeling, we all decided to have a tattoo and we chose the small diaper because of our little club. We didn’t all have the tattoo done at the same time, nor did we decide the exact look of the tattoo, only that we would all have one. Mine was tattooed on my left buttock; I wanted my friends to know that I had it while they were filling my butt. Two of the guys, Mikey and Ron, had small identical ones on their right bicep; Midge had one, a little larger than anyone else, on his left hip, which looked incredible. Tommy had the smallest (but some might think, the cutest) on his earlobes. Cally had his tattooed on his ankle, which wasn’t very impressive but that made the membership of the ‘Diaper Club’ complete. It felt great to be in such a club. It brought us even closer together and I felt it had some great significance when I was having sex with a fellow member of the club. Nothing was off limits, nothing was denied and we tried everything. As soon as one of us learned a new technique or had an idea, we all embraced it and tried it out. Sometimes more successfully than others and I remember my arse being absolutely raw after a few of the new ‘experimentations’. Toys and diapers became more than just a few building blocks and rattles… the toys were very grown up (although we still had the other childish elements for when that’s all we wanted). When we left the services, it was all at different times so our little group broke up and, as we all lived in different parts of the country, keeping in touch became difficult. A couple of the guys got married and started families. Tommy re-signed and as far as I know, is still a career sailor. I managed to meet up with Cally, Midge and Mikey separately and, although we enjoyed the sex, there was something missing, I have tried other relationships with many other guys since but the feeling our little club generated just wasn’t there. So, after a couple of weeks, maybe a month, I’d move on to try and find that intense camaraderie somewhere and with some else. Thankfully, there are many ways now to meet others with the same interest and, although I haven’t found that same intensity, I have enjoyed (and continue to enjoy) long session with others and now I’m a civilian, I like to wear diapers 24/7. I’ve never had such intense feelings for another guy since but would love to start another little shag club where a few like-minded guys get together at a hotel and think of nothing else except pleasuring each other. I know you’ll say that there are plenty of clubs or volunteers around to cater for this need but I suppose I want friends not just a hole to shag or a cutie in a diaper (although both of them are acceptable alternatives). We were so close and that friendship made life so special. As I wear a diaper now, that snugly, comforting hug reminds me of all the times me and other club members found each other. I still have photos of our boat baby and love the idea of an entire boat full of young sailors dressed like him. Now wouldn’t that be brilliant? ======

Hello! Hello! ! My name is Infantwish for now, but you can call me Baby if you want . Just kidding (though I don't mind, in fact, I like any cute nicknames you give me XD ), I shall go by Wish. I wish I knew how to code here, but it's beyond my abilities at the moment, so please bear with my wall of text for a moment, and you can have some cookies by the end, ok? As you may have guessed by the gif, I am an anime enthusiast. Other interests of mine include reading, writing, roleplaying and philosophy, albeit I won't be doing much of the roleplaying part on this site seeing as that I've had poor experiences with roleplaying outside my main roleplaying site in the past. I am an opinionated person, but I assure you I mean well! So feel free to ask me for any feedback you'd like to receive Did you swallow that part yet? Good baby! So, of course, being on this site means one thing: I'm part of the abdl community. I've known I was part of it for a few years now, though I just joined this site like... today. I'm unsure if the kind of baby I envision myself as is a 2 year old or a 3 year, so I take the kiddy way and say I'm 2 and a half *raises four fingers*. I may be a straight guy, but don't mean I can't enjoy my share of cuteness, so bring it! <3 I'd say this development of this part of me comes from some mixture of innate curiosity and a desire to just be rid of stress, so the kind of baby I'd fit into would be a cheerful and silly one, but one that knows it's bounds still. Or maybe that's my adult brain telling me to hold my horses. Where's a genie lamp when ya need one, right? Speaking of confinement though, that's one thing about me: I keep this very much under wraps. I'm not the kind that can just willingly come out and admit this kind of thing to my family or close friends, and so I am pretty confined in what I can, considering I'm still in college (legally an adult though, so don't worry, things check out). Maybe one day I'll be able to indulge more in this wonderful little world of ours, but for the time being I'll stick to writing a few stories and trying to craft the perfect OC that encapsules my own inner self. wish me luck So, I'm not really sure how to segway into anything else, so I guess I'll go with the old, any questions, please ask them below (may edit the thread later and add more stuff, but for now, do ask me some questions, I'd love to answer them and get to know you in the process <3 ). Would you rather questions are really welcome, since I love games like would you rather and truth or dare XD So, I guess I see you mommies, daddies and babies around! Hope you enjoyed and nice to meet you! <3

I am disabled, I have Pervasive Developmental Disorder Not Otherwise Specified with traits of Aspergers Syndrome, Epilepsy and multiple learning Difficulties. What does that mean ? I have autism, while I am generally High functioning, I also have traits of low functioning autism as well, sensory issues, communication difficulties and stimming One problem I have with sensory processing disorder, is that I am hypo-tactile, meaning I don't get the same stimulation from something touching me as you would. Because of this I have always enjoyed the sensation of a poopy diaper, as it is kind of a sensory input for me. Being epileptic when I have a seizure (between 1 and 3 times a month) I am usually incontinent. Aside from that I have full control over my bladder and bowel The problem I have is because I am mostly High Functioning, I am overly smart, I can talk about all kinds of things, from Integral and Differential Calculus to Philosophy, from Material Science to Sociology, and I am a Computer Geek and a science nerd. I hate being so intelligent, and such a know it all, because it makes it hard to find friends with similar interests. I honestly wish I was Severely Disabled, and functioned on the cognitive level of a 2 year old, so I wouldn't know any better, and could be looked after 24/7 Knowledge is scary, and it can be used as a weapon as well as a tool.