Just One Time

[Dr_J]

Hey everyone! It's been a while, I know. The last few stories I've written were on the shorter side, and seemed to be well-received. For this story, it will be quite a bit longer, and is a little outside of what I'm used to writing. Still, I do hope you enjoy it! 

Chapter 1

Just one time. That's all it took for Jacob Lee (or “J. Graves” as he declared his online pen name), to find himself in a whirlwind of trouble, adventure, and fascinating situations that he never thought possible. To this day, he questions how it was even possible, and uses it as a reminder to be careful of accepting help from the wrong people.

For years, Jacob had been a prominent author in the online ABDL community, ABDreamLand (all one word). He'd been writing various short stories and novel-length pieces that engaged readers across the internet. Being more of a DL himself and enjoying the embarrassment side of the AB world, he was well-versed and well-informed of the various styles of writing that captivated an audience, and his work proved it. Starting with realistic fiction, his appropriately titled, “The Lives I Lead” followed a harrowing tale of Peter Harrison, and the struggle of self-accepting the fetish and lifestyle while experiencing rejection, acceptance, and overall peace of mind. Everybody loved it, gaining a whopping 30,000 readers in just one month.

Then came his three separate short stories, each one revolving around a different character and scenario. One was short and sweet, focusing around a young man and his wife new to the fetish scene, and the bond they formed whilst exploring together. The second story was purely written for pleasure, with the protagonist making a bad bet and ending up in diapers for the weekend, following his girlfriend's every lead. Both stories were received very well by the community, with good old J. Graves receiving a plethora of comments and “thumbs ups.” It was the third story that didn't quite make the cut.

The third and final short story of the three took a rather interesting turn, going in the complete opposite direction of realistic fiction and smack dab in the middle of just plain absurd. In a gutsy move, Jacob attempted to write the story from the perspective of a stuffed animal. It was the favorite stuffed animal of a character who, as part of his “little” psyche, held onto it like a security blanket. Whether he was eating, being fed by his mommy, having his diaper checked and changed, the character held onto that little stuffed bear, and the bear told the story from its own perspective. While interesting in theory, it was met with more negative reviews than positive ones, with many community members indicating they didn't find it to be nearly as good as the rest of Jacob's work. Some had even thought that maybe he'd written it as a joke or a bet (he hadn't). Granted, nobody downright discouraged Jacob from continuing his writing, but they clearly voiced their opinion about the lackluster plot and perspective.

While some would take the feedback and simply move on, improving their work as they continued their skill, the feedback hurt Jacob's pride a bit more than it probably should have. It took a toll on his ability and desire to write those pieces that were more...extraordinary...than others. Those fantasy setting ideas he had, those science fiction plots that incorporated diapers, that one about the protagonist getting sucked into a cartoon world...all sorts of potentially wonderful and imaginative worlds in Jacob's head, stopped short in an instant. Even worse? He had already started most of them, writing at least three chapters for each story. And there they were, stuck at the mercy of Jacob's hand and mind.

It wasn't that Jacob didn't try writing more, either. Every day, he'd struggle, the fear of “what if they don't like my work?” stopping him from continuing more than a sentence or two per story, until he threw all of his unfinished work into a new folder on his desktop PC, labeling it, “Stuff I'll Never Finish.”

Soon after, he went back to writing his “normal” stories, bringing back the crowd's approval and answering their barrage of questions in his inbox.

“J. Graves! What inspired you to write 'Bouncing the Bouncer?'”

“Heya, J.! Love your work! When's your next release? Any hints for what the next story will be about?”

While he was happy to oblige and communicate with his fans, something gnawed at his brain: those damned unfinished works that he couldn't find the motivation, or inspiration, or muse, to finish. Jacob would respond to his fans in a timely fashion, and even decided to let some of them know the very basics of his much more fictitious works-in-progress. Their response?

“Well, it might be good, but I know a lot of people didn't like your teddy bear story. Might be hard for them to want to read something that's out of the norm for you.”

“I'd stick with what you're comfortable with. I'm not saying you should stay in your comfort zone, but I feel like you cling to it so much that when you step outside of it a bit, you run right back to it, and that's very clear in your stuffed animal short story.”

These were just two of the 10 responses he'd received, and the other eight weren't much better. Was that it? Was he truly stuck in his writing's comfort zone so much that he couldn't break free from it? Granted, he knew he was a bit apprehensive about trying new things, even though he adored reading those various ABDL stories with some extremely out there plots. Why did those stories work out just fine and his didn't? Jacob wondered if there was anything he could do to expand his imagination a little further.

Taking a bold move, Jacob created a forum thread on ABDreamLand, simply labeled, “A Hiatus of Sorts.” In it, he wrote:

Hey there my fellow friends, fans, writers, and critics. J. Graves here. I first want to thank all of you for your long time support for most of my stories. It's hard to believe that just three years ago, I wrote my very first ABDL fiction that quickly became a fan-favorite. I couldn't have done it without your help and encouragement!

With that said, some of you may know that I've expressed an interest in finishing my many stories that are well beyond the realm of what I normally write. You know, wizards and robots and mechanical nurseries and all that stuff that my imagination can't seem to grasp like it used to when I was younger. I know there were a lot of people who weren't too pleased with my third short story, “In the Eyes of Mr. Snuggles.” It was new, it was bold, and while it was something I enjoyed writing, it just didn't have the same fire that my other writing pieces had.

I've struggled for many months now to finish those other bold and wildly imaginative works, with little progress being made each week. Sure, writing to fulfill the status quo is okay, but it isn't what I want at this time. I want to try something new, with dragons, or magic, or just some oddball stuff that I've started and never finished.

With that, I'm taking a hiatus from my normal work, so I can solely focus on those pieces that desperately need my attention and that are leaving a burning desire to finish. I'm giving myself one month to work on and finish as many of these as I can, and will gladly share them with you when I feel they're ready. I just hope something kindles that imaginative fire I've been yearning for! I'll keep you posted!

Please feel free to continue messaging me or hitting me up in the chat room when I'm there!

With the press of the “Post” button, Jacob pulled the trigger, and thus began his hiatus. Nothing would stop him! No procrastination, no excuses! He'd get to work on his “The Siren's Lullabye” story with no interruptions! That is, after scrolling through his forum topic's replies...and watching just one more cat video...and seeing if any new ABDL stories, or art, or comics, were posted since the last time he checked, which had been just hours before.

What was supposed to be a four hour writing binge starting at 6:00PM turned into three and a half hours of dawdling and distractions, and a half hour of actually writing, getting an exhilarating two paragraphs and two lines of dialog finished in the process! Woo!

“Damn it,” Jacob whined to himself, “why can't I..no...why won't I write this? Now I'm tired and want to go to bed soon! This always happens! I'm never gonna get anywhere, and it's only day one!”

He lightly banged his head on his desk, sighing each time he made contact with the hard, wooden surface. He told himself he'd try harder the next day, even considering unplugging his router so not to be distracted by the great wonders and blunders of the internet. Perhaps a good night's sleep would recharge his imagination and drive for being productive. Of course, despite being tired, Jacob couldn't simply just go to bed; he first had to check for replies to his forum thread.

The thread itself, while having gained a few hundred views and reactions, didn't really contain too many replies, aside from a few members who, in one form or another, indicated Jacob should again stick to what he was familiar with. Shrugging it off, Jacob was about to log out for the night, when a message suddenly appeared in his personal inbox. The subject line read, “A Big Fan.” The sender was someone Jacob had never seen before: TheMysticSandWitch.

“Ha!” Jacob chuckled to himself, “Clever play on words! Never seen this member around before...”

With the click of the mouse, the message was opened. It read:

 

Hey there, J. Graves! Long-time lurker, but also a long-time fan of your work! I saw your post from a few hours ago, and I just want you to know I'm rooting for you! Try something new! I know a lot of people didn't seem to like “In the Eyes of Mr. Snuggles,” but I found it to be quite cute with just a hint of magic, which is right up my alley.

I'm sorry to hear about your hiatus, but I totally understand why you're doing it. If you ever need some help or inspiration, just shoot me a message! We can talk through here, or through chat, or pretty much whatever you're comfortable with. I'm sure I can offer some unconventional ways of sparking your creativity! No big deal if you choose not to, though. I know it's tough asking for help sometimes.

Anyhow, have a great night! Hear from you soon!

-TheMysticSandWitch

 

“Hmm...” Jacob raised an eyebrow, before clicking on the member's profile.

He was met with quite a few interesting details. TheMysticSandWitch was female, with a location set to, “Wherever I Choose to Be”, and an age of “33! Yeah, we'll go with 33!”

Her lifestyle status indicated she was single, not really looking for anything serious, and, “Dominant (and Prominent) Magic User. Oh, and I find some aspects of this lifestyle pretty interesting!”

“Mystic, indeed...” Jacob mused, before going back to the message and hesitantly clicking the reply button.

 

Hi there, MysticSandWitch!

Is it alright if I just call you Mystic for short? Or SandWitch? Anyway, thanks for the message! Your encouragement for me to pursue something I've been yearning for is very much appreciated.

I'll admit that I'm usually apprehensive about reaching out to help, especially from people I don't know very well (please don't take offense. I'm sure you're a very nice woman!). I guess I'm also curious about what you mean by 'unconventional.” Role-playing scenes together? Meditation? Motivational videos and music? I'll definitely give your offer some thought and will let you know if I need some help.

Oh, and two questions: What kind of sandwich does a SandWitch like?

If I'm deciphering the meaning behind your screen name correctly, do mystic sand witches lean on the side of good or evil?

Very clever name, by the way. I love it!

Have a good evening,

-J. Graves

 

With one quick overview of what he'd written, Jacob hit the send button, closing his internet program and shutting his computer down immediately after. It was late and he was exhausted. And still, as he got into bed that night, Jacob couldn't help but think about TheMysticSandwich's message and profile. Maybe she really did have some unique or lesser-known ways of sparking the imagination, and maybe her profile was just her being silly. After all, many members tended to use their profiles to further flesh out their lifestyle persona.

He told himself he'd give it some thought, but would still work on his stories on his own for the time being. The next day, he'd be up early with a pot full of coffee, a diaper around his waist to get himself in the proper mindset, and a will to get something done!

[Dr_J]

I forgot to mention! I will be posting Chapter 2 some time early next week! :) 

[kirababy]

interesting start, love the mystery of the name and person behind the email.

[Dr_J]

Thank you! Based on the reactions, people seem to like this! Here is chapter 2 for you! :) 

 

Chapter 2

Jacob woke up the next morning feel quite refreshed. He'd set his alarm for 7:00am, and given he didn't hear it go off, it had to mean he woke up ahead of schedule! Or not...

Fumbling for his phone on his nightstand, Jacob grumbled when he attempted to check the time, seeing nothing but a black screen; his phone ran out of battery power overnight!

Of course! He angrily thought to himself, stretching before plugging his phone back in.

Judging by how light it was outside, Jacob figured it couldn't have been that late. After all, he normally woke up no later than 7:45 or 8:00. Getting up from his bed, Jacob groggily shuffled out of his room and into the kitchen, looking at the wall clock: 9:00am.

“Friggin' wonderful.” Jacob sighed, prepping his coffee pot before turning it on.

As much as it irked him to be behind schedule, Jacob told himself it'd be okay, and that he still had plenty of time to get some writing done. The goal would be to write at least the first two chapters of a new story, with a backup goal being to finish two chapters of two works-in-progress if he struggled too much with creating something new.

Once he heard the coffee beginning to brew, Jacob went back into his bedroom, kneeling down beside his full-sized bed, pulling on the drawer that was part of the frame. Inside were quite a few stacks of thick diapers, varying in designs and styles. Alongside them were some boxes of baby wipes, bottles of baby powder, and just one bottle and pacifier. After all, being a DL with some slight AB tendencies, he sometimes delved into little space. That, and getting into the mindset sometimes helped him write better.

He opted for a thick, white diaper that morning, opening it up, then raising it high above his head and flopping it hard upon his bed, the diaper opening up in a perfect hourglass shape when it landed. With one more stretch, Jacob undressed, then laid himself upon the thick diaper, adding just a bit of baby powder to the inside before taping it up nice and snug. The touch of the diaper's fabric against his skin made Jacob shiver with delight. With all the coffee he'd soon be drinking, it wouldn't be long before the diaper grew quite warm and wet between his legs.

Jacob decided he'd make a little game out of wetting that morning; he bet himself that he could keep dry for at least two hours after finishing his second cup of coffee. No small feat for someone who didn't have the strongest bladder in the world! There were no rewards or punishments for winning or losing, but he hoped the urgency of having to go would prompt him to write a little more efficiently, while the feeling of the diaper itself would send him further into the fetish mindset that he was positive would summon the muse he so very much desired.

Unplugging his wireless router on the way, Jacob grabbed a cup of coffee, holding it close to his nose, letting the dark roast aroma take over his sense of smell as he sat down at his computer desk. It was time to write!

“Alright,” Jacob said to himself, “you can do this.”

In mere moments, his computer was powered on and ready to go. Jacob went straight back to “The Siren's Lullaby”. He'd left the story off with just two pages, introducing the readers to the self-proclaimed pirate, Meechum the Fearless, who planned on setting sail in search of great treasure, one that he was sure would grant him the notoriety he needed to be taken more seriously.

With a deep breath, Jacob took one more sip of coffee, shifted in his seat, then continued his story. He'd get half the story done that morning, damn it!

Some called him a fool, telling him that nobody ever returned with the treasure, but instead, returned with their lives shaken and their ship in shambles. Even more seasoned pirates warned Meechum that he, “be treadin' through dangerous waters...y'arghhh!” Legend had it that the great Siren, Leona, guarded the small island on which said treasure was held. Those who got too close became entranced in her song, facing certain doom as they steered their ships straight into the rocky waters. Anyone who did manage to make it past the perilous trap, were said to be confronted by Leona, where they either faced certain doom or came back changed men.

But Meechum the Fearless had a title to uphold, and with only a handful of willing crew at his disposal, set sail for weeks, treasure map in hand and thirst for glory in full force. His crew remained skeptical at first, but with a little convincing (or threatening of being made to walk the plank), Meechum had motivated them to press forward.

“Yes,” Jacob exclaimed, “I'm finally getting somewhere!”

He continued fleshing out the pirate's journey, making sure not reveal anything too foreboding or give anything away. It wasn't long before he finally came to what he knew would make or break his story. The stormy sea, Meechum the Fearless and his crew fighting for survival on their small but highly underestimated pirate ship.

In the raging storm, Meechum swore he could see what had to be the island in which the treasure was said to be. The island only flashed during the lightning strikes, but he was sure that was it!

“Look! There it be! The Island of Forbidden Wonder! We're close now, lads!”

Then, in the distance, a faint light could be seen, and a very faint humming could be heard. It was beautiful, relaxing, and somehow, more prominent than the sounds of the storm. It wasn't long before...

“Before what?” Jacob asked aloud, his typing coming to a complete stop.

There was a pause, and a few strained attempts at completing the sentence. Should Meechum be the only member of the crew to be entranced by the sound? Was it Leona the Siren, or was it his imagination?

“Before what?!” Jacob said angrily to himself, quickly getting flustered, losing his muse ever quicker.

...before realizing that I am NEVER going to finish this story because this ALWAYS happens. Every. Single. Time.

Jacob sighed and gulped down the last of his (now lukewarm) coffee, before looking at the time. It was already noon. In three hours, he'd barely written anything. His self-esteem and drive dwindling ever faster, Jacob got up from his desk, pacing...or more like waddling...the area, desperately thinking of ways to get back into his story. It was then that he realized he'd won his own bet of keeping his diaper dry. He'd been so focused on his work that he paid no attention to his bladder. It was soon after his realization that his bladder started to ache.

Might as well not waste this thing, Jacob thought to himself, standing still as he focused a little more.

Not 30 seconds later, he'd started wetting the thick diaper between his legs, feeling the warmth spread throughout, and the diaper beginning to swell up. The warm and wet sensation against his skin and manhood made him wiggle with delight. Soon after, Jacob opted to pleasure himself; a routine he'd do nearly every time he wore. Wet or dry, or “messy” (despite never having actually messed, but instead using things like oatmeal to simulate the feeling since he hated the cleanup), Jacob's arousal always followed soon after.

He tried imagining what Leona the Siren would do to him if he encountered her. Yes, she shipwrecked many a bold pirate, but would she kill Jacob, who dared attempt to trespass the island? No, that would be far too dark, and wasn't very arousing. Would her humming lull Jacob into a sleepy, regressive state of mind, where he'd wake up with her bare breast in his mouth? Would she humiliate him by noticing his excitement and commenting on it, even helping him “mess” his diaper in a different way?

While lost in his own pleasure, Jacob thought these could all be some fantastic ideas to continue the story. Yeah! He'd write a few possible branches out and see which one worked best! That is, once he finished having his fun.

With a few more minutes of rubbing and squishing his diaper, Jacob climaxed, breathing heavily and absorbing those few moments of extreme pleasure. As he did so, his ideas quickly vanished from his brain.

“Oh, shit,” Jacob said, furiously reaching for a pen and paper, trying to write down what he could remember.

What were the ideas again? Why couldn't he remember? Even as Jacob attempted to write everything down, the thoughts left him as soon as he finished taking care of himself.

“Damn it!” Jacob cried, crumpling up the piece of paper and throwing it against the wall. “This is so freaking hard!”

He saved his progress and closed his word processor, before hovering his mouse over the file. Should he just delete it and start from scratch? Maybe he could just go back to writing what he was used to, while remaining on his hiatus. Perhaps he could just leave the ABDL community altogether, give up writing, and take up a new hobby, like woodworking or boxing, or anything that wasn't writing.

“I gotta take a break. Maybe it'll come back to me if I walk away from it all for now.” Jacob skeptically reassured himself.

Jacob then plugged his router back in, cleaning himself up and getting dressed, waiting a few moments for the router to kick back on. He then hopped back onto ABDreamLand. He'd almost forgotten about TheMysticSandWitch's message from the night before.

Sure enough, his forum thread was filled with more mixed responses about his hiatus, but more importantly, he had a message in his personal inbox once more. TheMysticSandWitch had replied! Ignoring all of the forum replies, Jacob opened his new message, finding himself eager to read it, but still telling himself he didn't even know this woman. The message read:

 

You can call me either Mystic or SandWitch...or Megan. *shrugs* Glad you found my words reassuring! I'm sure you'll come up with some great work before you know it!

Oh, and no offense taken! I know there are plenty of creeps out there, and I'd be pretty skeptical if someone told me they could help me out within the first five minutes of meeting them...even though, I guess, we haven't really met. Anyhow, you're curious! I can't possibly spoil the surprise, now can I? Trade secret and all that nonsense, you know. I'll fill you in a little more should you choose to enlist my help.

Ugh..now what on Earth did I do to you to deserve such PUNishment (haha!) like answering a ridiculous question about what my favorite sandwich is?! But, if you truly must know, it's a turkey club with avocado.

Mmm, for your second question, we sand witches typically don't lean towards one over the other; that is, we're good to those who are good, evil to those who are evil, and mischievous at any given time, without a moment's notice. Most people mistake mischief for evil, though. What can I say? Life's a witch!

Well, I hope I've answered your questions to your satisfaction. Hopefully you've had some time to work on your stories! I might pop into the chat sometime soon, so if you're up for a conversation, come look for me!

-Mystic/SandWitch/Megan

 

Jacob chuckled to himself as he read Mysti-er, Megan's, response. It was well-written, funny, silly, and mysterious once more. Not only had Megan barely divulged in how she could actually help Jacob, but her response to whether she was good or evil was curious, to say the least. Again, maybe it was just her online persona shining through once more.

Maybe I'll pop into the chat room for a bit... Jacob thought, shrugging his shoulders.

With a few mouse clicks, he was in, greeted by quite a handful of other community members. Some greeted him and commented on his work, some were busy role-playing in the main chat, acting babyish or asking someone, anyone, to change their virtual diaper. Suddenly, Jacob saw a private chat window pop up:

 

TheMysticSandWitch: Hello, Mr. Graves!

J. Graves: Hello, Megan! And please, just J or just Graves is fine.

TheMysticSandWitch: Sure thing, just J!

J. Graves: Is this payback for my sandwich joke?

TheMysticSandWitch: It sure is!

J. Graves: I deserve it. But anyhow, hi!

TheMysticSandWitch: Hey there! You sure popped in here pretty quick, huh?

J. Graves: That I did. I needed a break from writing.

TheMysticSandWitch: Ahh. Any luck?

J. Graves: To a point...I had something good going, and then all of my ideas just vanished in an instant. I thought I was doing pretty well, too! :(

TheMysticSandWitch: That's the worst! I'm sorry.

J. Graves: Eh, it happens. Anyway, I read your response.

TheMysticSandWitch: And?

J. Graves: I found your answers to be rather peculiar.

TheMysticSandWitch: It comes with the territory! I must not have scared you too much, though, because here you are, talking to witch in a chatroom.

 

There it was again! She mentioned being a witch once more! Jacob chose not to press the issue too much for the time being.

 

J. Graves: Yep. Here I am!

TheMysticSandWitch: So you didn't like my answers, huh?

J. Graves: I didn't say that. I'm just curious to know how you can help me.

TheMysticSandWitch: Like I said, it's unconventional, and it's also a surprise!

J. Graves: And you think I'm going to just jump right in and ask when I'm not sure what said help involves?

TheMysticSandWitch: With a little convincing, I think so. You're a writer who has a burning passion for the surreal. I'm sure you're probably still asking yourself if I really am a witch, too.

J. Graves: You're not wrong.

TheMysticSandWitch: Hey, that's fair. Nobody's forcing you to believe me. What I will say, however, is that the help I can offer is unlike anything you've ever experienced. You just have to take the plunge

J. Graves: Again, no offense, but we don't really know each other all that well.

TheMysticSandWitch: And again, none taken. Whaddya say we exchange a picture for a picture? Might help ease some of the discomfort. No naughty stuff, though!

 

Jacob thought for a moment. He'd shared his picture with a select few members in the past, but hadn't done so in a while. And while a part of him was truly skeptical about the whole situation, the writer within wanted to believe that he was actually talking to someone genuine (even if she was a little odd).

 

J. Graves: Fine. And no worries, all of my naughty stuff stays within my writing.

TheMysticSandWitch: Ohh, I'm well aware of your writing!

 

With slight hesitation, Jacob snapped a picture of himself with his computer's webcam, the short and slightly stout man doing his best to smile without it seeming too forced. His deep brown eyes and short, black hair only made his baby face all the more noticeable. He didn't really care, however. It wasn't like he was trying to impress Megan with his looks! Within a few moments, his photo uploaded to the chat window.

 

TheMysticSandWitch: You look exactly like I knew you would.

J. Graves: Is that good or bad?

TheMysticSandWitch: It's definitely not bad!

J. Graves: C'mon, don't make me blush.

TheMysticSandWitch: D'awww, someone's bashful, huh?

J. Graves: In certain situations, yes.

TheMysticSandWitch: Can't say I'm too surprised. Your bashfulness tends to come through your writing. Anyhow, my turn.

 

Roughly a minute passed before the chat window pinged on Jacob's computer screen, where he was then greeted with a photo of Megan. She looked to be about his height, and she had shoulder-length, light purple hair, and bright blue eyes. Jacob couldn't deny that Megan was beautiful. A gold amulet that appeared to be a seashell was across her chest, and she was smiling in the picture.

 

J. Graves: At the risk of being creepy, you're very pretty.

TheMysticSandWitch: Why, thank you! Kudos to you for not calling me “hot” or “sexy” or asking me to be your mommy.

J. Graves: There's enough of that in this community as it is. I like to think I'm more respectful than most here.

TheMysticSandWitch: I don't doubt it! Anyway, so we exchanged pictures, and you know I'm a big fan of your work. Are you still considering my offer to help you?

J. Graves: I am, but I can't say I've ever received help from a witch before! That is, if you truly are a witch.

TheMysticSandWitch: There's a first time for everything now, isn't there? :P

J. Graves: I suppose there is. I'm still not quite convinced, though.

TheMysticSandWitch: Y'know, for someone who wants to write these great works of fiction, you're awful skeptical! I thought you'd have a bit more of an imagination than that.

J. Graves: Hey now, I'm working on that!

TheMysticSandWitch: I know, I know, and accepting my help will definitely let you work on your imagination some more. Just give it some thought, Jacob. You won't be disappointed.

J. Graves: I will, Megan! I should probably get out of here and run some errands and work on some more writing or something.

 

It then struck Jacob what had just happened: Megan had called him by his first name! His eyes went wide, his hand trembling as he typed.

 

J. Graves: Wait, what?! How did you know my name?!

TheMysticSandWitch: I could lie and say it's a lucky guess, but as I told you, I'm a witch!

J. Graves: No way. You must have like, just ran my photo through a database or something.

TheMysticSandWitch: Yeah, because I'm a police officer, right? All it takes for me is looking at a photo, and I can tell a whole lot about a person. It's part of what my magic can do.

J. Graves: This is too weird.

TheMysticSandWitch: Is it, though? I thought my profile was kind of a dead giveaway.

J. Graves: It's a prank. You're someone who's mad at me about my hiatus and you're just playing some sick joke on me, aren't you?

TheMysticSandWitch: That wouldn't be very nice, now would it? I'm more of a mischievous witch, but I would never do anything to harm you or anyone who didn't deserve it!

J. Graves: But...how?!

TheMysticSandWitch: I already told you! Do you need more convincing?

J. Graves: Yes! Yes, I do!

TheMysticSandWitch: Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you! You're probably gonna freak out! Make sure your computer's audio is muted and close your eyes.

J. Graves: What?

TheMysticSandWitch: You heard (or I guess, read) me! Mute your audio, close your eyes, and keep them closed. While doing that, take a deep breath.

J. Graves: Fine...

 

Megan had to be joking, and still, Jacob decided he'd humor her. He did as instructed, letting Megan know via chat he was closing his eyes. At first, nothing happened, and Jacob chuckled to himself, figuring Megan was just crazy. Then, things got a little weird. While Jacob's eyes were closed, he soon saw who he knew to be Megan, based on the picture she'd sent him, standing before him.

 

“W-what the...” Jacob said aloud, his eyes still closed.

“Jacob,” Megan spoke, her voice soft like silk, “I see you!”

“Holy shit!” Jacob yelled, opening his eyes and backing away from his computer desk.

 

What had happened?! There was no denying it was Megan that he saw, but how?! Jacob's breathing was a bit faster than normal, and he carefully looked around the room, then the rest of the house, wondering if he was being stalked. And yet, the coast was clear. Returning to his computer, Jacob saw a new chat from Megan pop up.

 

TheMysticSandWitch: Believe me now?

J. Graves: I have to go.

TheMysticSandWitch: Hey now, c'mon. I needed to give you proof. Don't be like that, Mr. Skeptical Pants.

 

Jacob quickly closed the chat and shut his computer down, not caring that he just upped and left the conversation. It had gotten too out of hand, too surreal for him. There was no way that what had just happened was real. He closed his eyes once more, wondering if Megan would come back into his field of vision. Nothing. Surely it was some weird trick or just utter coincidence that he'd seen and heard her...right? And again, something tugging at his inner child told him it was very real, and that Megan truly was what she claimed to be.

It wasn't long before Jacob decided to get out of the house and get some fresh air. Maybe staring at his computer screen had made him a little loopy. He put on his sneakers, then headed out the door, making sure to look back into his house a few more times before closing the door behind him, thinking about what had just transpired over the past hour.

[aldl4811]

I have no idea how this is going to progress, and that's refreshing. Keep it up.

[Jayme]

Jacob seems to be freaked out a bit. Some people dont want to see the veil or experience anything not "normal"

[kirababy]

whoa - intense.   i'm hooked on this one...so many directions it could go...

[CDfm]

This was a awesome beginning. I think I would have been a bit freaked out myself. I always look for a logical explanation when something like that happens. I might have a hard time trying to explain this one. I was happy I could give it a like. I will be looking forward to reading more. 

[Dr_J]

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

[junyour]

You are doing an excellent job with this story and I hope the dreaded BLOCK does not attack you.  Please Keep the words coming so that we, your fans, can be entertained by your wisdom and talent.

[Dr_J]

Thank you again. :) I really am glad you're enjoying this! Here is Chapter 3 as promised.

Chapter 3

The cool breeze and sounds of nature were a much-needed break from the morning's events. What was that, anyway? Had Jacob been too harsh by leaving so quickly? Any average Joe would've done the same, but was Jacob so average? A diaper fetishist who loved to write, who loved to question the extraordinary, found himself (understandably) running the other way when things got weird.

There was no doubt that Megan was more than her profile led to believe. But was that really the case, or was there more truth to her seemingly strange profile and personality? Even more pressing was the ever-lingering struggle of Jacob enlisting Megan's help. If her entering his thoughts was possible, what on Earth did she have in store for him if he agreed to let her help him write? Jacob guessed that it'd be much more than role-playing. Maybe it was some kind of magic spell that would let his thoughts appear on paper, or the simplest of a story idea would write itself? Or, wait! Perhaps some secret concoction to stimulate his imagination a little further. Maybe it would be role-playing, but more than just what he'd experienced in the forums and chat room. There were far more questions than there were answers, and it drove Jacob crazy.

After a walk around the block, Jacob thought it best to head back inside. The clouds started to look a little threatening, and he really needed to get back to working on his stories. And yet, the closer he got to home, the more tired he became. Why was he so tired? He'd slept well the night before! Perhaps he was coming down from his adrenaline rush following his encounter with Megan...if that was even what he should describe it as.

When he finally got home, Jacob removed his shoes, and practically heard his couch calling to him. As much as he didn't want to nap, he thought it might be a good idea to recharge and clear his head a bit. With a long yawn, Jacob settled into his couch, taking a deep breath before falling into a rather peaceful sleep. In fact, peaceful enough for him to dream.

As Jacob opened his eyes, he found himself on a peaceful beach, the waves crashing softly on the shore, the warm sand beneath him, his head resting on something soft. The smell of the ocean and a hint of intoxicating perfume teased his nose. He stretched for a moment, feeling something thick between his legs, which he undoubtedly knew was a diaper. Jacob tried getting up, but felt someone, or something, gently holding him in place, and soon a gentle hand could be felt playing with his hair.

“Just relax,” a soft voice spoke, slightly echoing, “I'm not gonna hurt you.”

Why did that voice sound so familiar? Jacob soon found that the soft something he was resting on was a woman's breast. While the one hand played with his hair, the other ran down his chest and stomach, eventually making its way to his diaper, giving it a few gentle pats.

“Mmm...” was all Jacob could muster, feeling so relaxed and comfortable in this mysterious woman's arms.

He went to look up to see who it was, his eyes slowly making their way from the ocean to the woman's chest. As he did so, he noticed something that quickly caught his attention, making him gasp: the seashell necklace! Jacob tried to get up once more, but the cuddled position he was in wouldn't allow him to do so.

“Shhh,” the voice spoke once more, this time sounding more familiar, “relax.”

“Megan?! Wh-what is this? A dream?” Jacob asked warily.

“It is a dream of sorts,” Megan replied, “but just try to relax.”

“Look, I'm sorry if I upset you before, just please don't hurt me.” Jacob pleaded.

“Ha!” Megan giggled, keeping Jacob in a warm cuddle. “Does it look like I'm about to hurt you? I'm not mad! Guess I got a little ahead of myself earlier, but to be fair, you were being rather difficult. And yet, here we are, in a dream.”

“And you're cuddling me while I'm diapered because...?”

“Because I knew you'd just freak out and run away. This was the best way I could currently think of to keep you relaxed. I mean, would you rather I have you over my knee, spanking you? Over my shoulder? Dangling over a pit of lava?”

Jacob blushed at the thought of being spanked, and shook his head as soon as he was asked about the lava. He didn't dare test the waters. After all, he told himself, it was a relaxing dream, even if he hardly knew Megan.

“That's fair...do you do this with a lot of people?”

“Oh, you mean the whole 'invading random strangers' dreams and cuddling them while they're diapered' thing? No, I don't. But again, I wasn't sure if you'd talk to me again, so I wanted to explain myself a little more clearly. After all, you at least deserve a high-level explanation.”

“Okay...well, I'll admit, that as comfortable as I am right now, it's still a little awkward being diapered in front of someone I've never really met before.”

“Well, I can fix that for you if you want. But hey, don't forget I find this whole lifestyle fascinating as well, otherwise I wouldn't have joined the community. Still, if you're really that uncomfortable, I can get you some pants.”

Jacob thought for a moment, then shrugged, slowly getting up from Megan's embrace. This time, she didn't hold him down. He told himself that even if he did want to run away, the thick diaper between his legs wouldn't let him get too far.

“So, you are in fact, a witch.”

“In the flesh..or I guess in this case, in the spirit/subconscious.”

“You knew my name the whole time?” Jacob asked.

“Mmm, no. I'm not psychic, per se. However, if I form some type of bond with someone, I can connect with them on a higher level. Our bond was formed when you responded to my initial message. I had an interest in you and your work, and your response was enough.”

“As strange as that sounds,” Jacob responded, “it oddly makes sense to me.”

“Good! I'm glad you can make some sense of it! I don't usually reveal this side of me to most people, but I've made a few good friends along the way. You look like you needed some help, so I figured I'd see what I can do.”

“And yet you still haven't told me what it is that you can do to help me.” Jacob softly huffed.

“You're still on about that?” Megan rolled her eyes. “Do you really think a mystic witch of the sand like myself would just give away her secrets?”

“Well, no, but I mean, most people don't blindly accept help from witches, now do they?”

“Actually, yes, they do. The problem is that most either don't bother to check with who they're dealing with, most are rude and selfish, or they get a little too greedy.”

“Ahh, you mean the whole good and evil thing, right?”

“Exactly. Yes, there are some bad eggs out there, but like I told you, sand witches don't do that. We can help or hinder you, depending on how you treat us and others.”

Jacob thought for a moment once more, trying to think of more questions to ask.

“Where, or when, or whatever...did you come from?”

“Ohh, you know,” Megan started, “long lineage of powerful magic-wielders, guardians of the sand, went into hiding during the witch hunts from long ago, blah, blah, blah. We started out in Europe very long ago. Some of my family split and ended up in America, and I'm just chilling out in Myrtle Beach.”

“Why Myrtle Beach?” Jacob raised an eyebrow.

“Because I like the sand, duh!” Megan teased, giggling. “Seriously, though. We are most powerful near beaches and bodies of water like that. Island life is too remote, and this place is dead enough in the off-season that I can be as social or anti-social as I want to be.”

“Of all the places in the world, though...Myrtle Beach? There are far nicer beaches than that, aren't there?”

“I guess. I never explored. We don't have brooms to ride around on, you know. That's a thing of the past. Technology has overpowered a lot of the magic of old. We've still got a few tricks up our sleeves, though!”

“Hmm,” Jacob mused, “and one of those tricks is helping me to write better, huh?”

“Yeah! I mean, if you still want it.”

“And again, that help involves...” Jacob pressed the issue.

“Nice try,” Megan tsked, “but I still won't tell you in detail. The only thing I will say is that it'll let you experience things from a perspective that most writers could only dream of.”

“As intriguing as it sounds, I still need to give it...and all of this...some thought. It's a lot to take in, you know.”

“Okay! No pressure. I'll send you some instructions later on how to accept my help. If you choose to do so, great! If not, I'll still be rooting for you in your quest to write what you've been yearning for. Either way, though, I won't judge you, and hope we can still be friends.”

“I don't see why not.”

“Well then, back to reality for both of us!” Megan exclaimed.

With the snap of her fingers, Megan poofed into a cloud of smoke, and Jacob saw a bright light shortly after. When the light disappeared, Jacob found himself back on his couch, feeling refreshed and unsure if what he'd just experienced was actually a dream. It felt so real! At the same time, Jacob also felt a lot more calm about what had happened previously in the chat room. And still, he internally struggled with the idea that Megan could actually be a witch. How did he know she didn't have some sort of online hypnosis trick she placed him under?

Jacob got up from the couch, stretching softly, swearing he could still smell the ocean and perfume from his dream. Megan had mentioned she was into mischief, so perhaps she did have Jacob under some kind of spell without telling him. The true test would be if he actually chose to receive Megan's help.

Despite telling himself he'd stay in the crossroads for a few more days, something gnawed at Jacob, begging him to take the plunge. He'd already witnessed just a fraction of what Megan could do for him, and her intentions seemed innocent enough. Would he be able to back out if things got a little too beyond his control? So. Many. Questions!

Jacob decided he'd work on a little more writing before checking out what Megan had sent him...if his curiosity didn't get the best of him first! He never really liked asking for help or for favors from other people, anyway, and he especially never thought of asking someone for help in the ABDL fiction department! Heck, Jacob hadn't even experienced more than maybe 10 percent of what he'd written about, aside from some naughty role-playing sessions, some ABDL inspired art, videos, and stories.

As soon as he turned his computer back on and opened his folder of unfinished stories, Jacob got distracted and indecisive, hovering his mouth over various files. Once again, he didn't know where to start. He first opened his story about the dorky man dating a superheroine. That particular story was four chapters in, but he figured he could work on it for a bit while contemplating the offer he'd been given. Besides, the story had already revealed some key elements to drive the whole thing forward, so it'd be a perfect opportunity to get somewhere with it. Maybe an hour of writing would give him the spark he needed...or maybe, the whole thing would last 20 minutes, all of which included Jacob typing a sentence, then deleting it with an aggressive slamming of his keyboard's Delete key.

Jacob began to think this was how the next month would go, until he had a pile of half-finished (if that) stories with maybe one or two more chapters completed for each. That's not what he wanted, though! No, he wanted all of his unfinished stories done, but he'd be willing to settle for 75 percent. And he didn't just want them done, but he wanted them done right! Given his current rate of success, he felt that trying the same thing repeatedly wouldn't get him anywhere.

Closing all of his computer programs, Jacob then opened his web browser, logging back into ABDreamLand. Sure enough, “One New Message for J. Graves!” popped up as soon as he clicked the login button. Sure enough, it was from TheMysticSandWitch and was labeled “Per Our Dreamy Conversation” with a winking emoji at the end. And sure enough, Jacob opened it, anxious to see what Megan had planned.

The message read:

 

J., my friend!

Hope you slept well and that you don't have any sand in your pants! I told you I'd offer you some help, and I'm about to deliver on that promise (again, without spoiling the surprise!). The help I offer differs depending on the person. With you being a writer, I need an idea of what you're working on just so I can get an idea of what I can do for you.

What I'd like you to do is, attach your unfinished stories here for me to read. One, three, all of them...your choice. Pretty much, the more you give me, the more I have to work with. And before you ask, no, this isn't a lame attempt to steal your work. I can't write to save my life.

Once I'm done looking over your stuff, I'll send you what you need to do next. I will ask that you please follow the instructions BEFORE you accept my help. You know those Terms & Conditions windows you see that you're supposed to read and check the little box saying you accept? Yeah, it's kinda like that, but you will really want to read mine.

Oh, and I probably don't have to say this since you seem like a pretty level-headed guy, but I'd appreciate it if you didn't run around telling anyone that you're talking to a witch. They probably wouldn't believe you anyway, and honestly, even if they did, it doesn't take much for me to make you forget I exist. ;)

Anyway, I'll be waiting for your next move!

-Megan

 

“What is she gonna do, print all of my stories and boil them in a pot?” Jacob asked himself with a chuckle.

Jokes aside, Jacob read the message a few times, before finally clicking the reply button. He hovered around the attach option, then finally clicked on it and selected a handful of stories, including Meechum's pirate tale and his newest superheroine story. The documents attached, Jacob then entered his reply:

 

Hi Megan,

No sand in my pants, but thanks for your concern. I'm still trying to digest everything that's been going on between us thus far, and yet, here I am, sending you my stories. If you're going to give feedback, I'm okay if you tell me they suck, but please just let me know WHY they suck.

Oh, and I promise I won't say a word to anyone, because you're right: who on Earth would even believe me.

Anyway, here you go. And thank you in advance for whatever help you can offer. I really do appreciate it, despite my skepticism.

-J (or I guess, Jacob, since you know my name now!)

 

With the click of the send button, Jacob took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. How soon would it be before Megan got back to him? His imagination ran wild, dreaming of the many possible ways that he'd get help becoming more skilled and confident in his writing abilities. Until then, he told himself he'd relax as best he could, choosing to watch a movie, all while refreshing his web browser every five minutes in hopes of getting a reply soon than later.

[kirababy]

excellent.  I think this is the beginning of a great adventure

[CDfm]

Great new chapter. Were I in Jacob’s shoes I am not sure yet if I would accept the offered help or run. So far though I would be leaning on the help side. Megan hasn’t done anything to harm him and has actually been rather compassionate. If things start to go sour he can always try and run then. I was pleased I could give this a like and I am absolutely looking forward to reading more. 

[Dr_J]

Sorry for the long delay in responding, everyone! I was moving to Florida! I'm here now, and I want to thank you again for your feedback and kind words! Here is the next chapter for ya!

Chapter 4

The two hour movie ended, and still nothing back from Megan. Jacob argued with himself that perhaps it was taking Megan a while to read each story, and if she was giving feedback, she may have been taking extra time to write her thoughts down on paper. Even though he hated it when people told him to hurry up, Jacob grew ever more impatient, which was unusual for him, since he normally wasn't the type to get that way. Maybe it was the anticipation and the excitement that was getting to him.

Finding himself becoming more and more hungry, Jacob decided that cooking would most likely help him take his mind off of his impatience. He knew how time tended to work; whenever he really wanted something to happen soon, it'd take its sweet time happening. Whenever he wanted time to slow down so he could savor a day off, or a date, or when writing, everything seemed to speed up, silently mocking his attempts to control what no human had ever done before. He opted for some breakfast food for an early dinner, because why not? It wasn't like the day's events had been all that sane to begin with.

Cooking didn't actually help Jacob's situation any, as he found himself constantly running to his computer to check for Megan's response, despite the risk of burning his food. Nothing new came in, and Jacob even went so far as to eat his toast, omelet, and bacon at his computer desk, browsing the internet and again refreshing the ABDreamLand page every now and then. Still nothing.

When finished with his food, Jacob cleaned up his dirty dishes, letting out a discouraging sigh as he scrubbed his griddle and plate.

Stop thinking about it and it'll happen faster. Stop thinking about it and it'll happen faster... he kept thinking to himself.

As he dried and put the last of his dishes away, Jacob swore he saw something on his computer monitor from the corner of his eye. When he got closer, lo and behold was a response back from Megan! Jacob frantically dried his hands, running back to his desk with a little, “yes!” escaping his lips. He clicked the Open button and was greeted with Megan's reply:

 

Hey there, Jacob!

So I got to read your stories, and honestly, I can see the potential for some really great work! However, I think I see what the issue is: it seems like you haven't really experienced a whole lot in the ABDL department, and while your imagination is there, it still needs some developing. I hope that doesn't upset you too much, but that being said, I came up with an idea as close to perfect as possible for you.

Just make sure you do the following in the exact order:

1. Read the Terms & Conditions provided in the link below, thoroughly. I'm not saying this is a requirement, but I think it'll probably make things a little easier for you to understand. That, and it'll make me less frustrated with you if you start asking questions later.

2. Once you've clicked that you Accept the terms, you'll be given a link to a website. This is set to expire 30 minutes from the moment it's given to you, so the clock is ticking!

3. There will be a sound file on the link. I want you to press Play, closer your eyes, and take some deep breaths as you listen to it. If you're distracted, it may not work as intended, and then that'll just mean more work for the two of us.

4. Have fun! I can promise you that no physical harm will come to you. What you experience will feel very real, even if they start getting a little dangerous at times. But I'll make sure you're not in any actual danger. I am NOT responsible for any potential mental effects said solution has on you, and I do have a right to reverse it at any time if I feel you're not fit. There shouldn't be any issues, however, since you're a writer and you can appreciate the strange.

You'll be hearing from me soon! And for the love of all things holy, PLEASE read the Terms & Conditions. Don't skim through them, even if there is a lot of information within.

I'll be seeing you soon, I'm sure!

-Megan Who Loves Turkey Club Sandwiches with Avocado

 

Sure enough, below Megan's signature line was a hyperlink that simply said, “Click Here, Jacob!” When Jacob hovered his mouse over the link, no preview was available. He told himself it must've been some kind of magic on Megan's part, and Jacob grinned, giddy from finally getting a response. Holding his breath, Jacob clicked the link, which opened a new tab in his browser. Just as Megan's response indicated, a very, very long page of terms and conditions loaded, with clear instructions to read them in their entirety before continuing.

One would think that Jacob would heed the witch's warning, that he'd take the instructions seriously and accept the help with caution. But no, Jacob did what most people do: he scrolled down to the very bottom of the page, only skimming a few things along the way; something about Megan being his guide and Jacob experiencing his stories on a whole new level, no harm would come to him, so on and so forth. Even after reading so many stories about genies granting poorly worded wishes, and making deals with some seedy magic users, Jacob threw caution to the wind. Besides, there was a recap of some of the main points at the bottom of the page, just above the “I Agree” check box that he'd need to click before continuing:

 

REMEMBER THE BASICS:

 

1. This spell is intended to give you the ultimate edge in your writing capabilities. The sand witch will be alongside you in some way, shape, or fashion. Remember that!

2. Time is irrelevant in your worlds; that is, the passage of time there does not affect the passage of time here.

3. What happens there, stays there. The joys, comforts, sorrows, intimacies, dangers, conflicts, etc., while very real there, shall not carry over to here.

4. If you become too overwhelmed, you must say, “Turkey Club Sandwiches With Avocado” three times. Alternatively, if it appears you're at risk of becoming mentally harmed, you will be removed from there with little notice given.

5. Have fun!

6. Make sure you truly are ready to do this before continuing!

 

“Turkey Club Sandwiches With Avocado? Really?” Jacob chuckled, rolling his eyes.

He wondered why Megan hadn't just given him the abridged version, seeing how most of what he needed was right there. By the sounds of it, he was being taken somewhere; perhaps to a secret destination unbeknownst to society? Maybe inside of Jacob's own imagination or subconscious again?

Taking no time, Jacob anxiously checked the “I Agree” box, then clicked Submit. He was brought to another page, this one containing a sound file that could only be played in the browser. The instructions read:

When ready, click the Play button, close your eyes, and keep them closed! This file will not be playable after 30 minutes from being opened, and this link will also expire in that time!

His yearning too much to handle, Jacob put his headphones in, clicked the Play button, and closed his eyes. About five seconds later, a soft melody could be heard, almost like a flute, complemented by some drums and quiet horns. The music steadily grew louder, and soon, voices whispered in both of Jacob's ears. He wanted to open his eyes, but...couldn't? Why couldn't he open them? The whispers grew a little louder, until one of them became Megan's voice, speaking in a language Jacob had never heard before, repeating what it was saying over and over again.

Despite having his eyes closed, Jacob could see a bright purple aura in his field of vision, with whom he knew to be Megan in the distance. Megan grew closer and closer, her hand out towards Jacob.

“Take my hand, Jacob, and we can begin.” Megan said with a smile.

Jacob reached his hand out, and as soon as it took hold of Megan's, the two were engulfed in a warm, purple, silent explosion, the music and chanting subsiding. Then, a bright light, followed by a deafening rush of wind that made Jacob's clothing flap loudly. He clenched Megan's hand, wondering what the hell he'd just gotten himself into. Soon, the bright light faded, and Jacob felt Megan's hand escape his grasp. Then, everything went dark for a moment.

Before his surroundings came into focus, Jacob heard the sound of gentle creaking, as the faint smell of what he recognized to be the ocean tickled his nose. Opening his eyes, Jacob found himself on his side, on what appeared to be a bed. He didn't feel tired or out of it, so to speak, but he was a bit disoriented from what had just happened. Looking down at his body, Jacob then saw that he was in full pirate garb, pants, belt, black leather boots, brown coat, red bandanna and all.

“What the...” he mumbled to himself, sitting up.

The room, which seemed to be lit only by lanterns, had a desk with various maps, a globe, and other trinkets strewn across it. No...it couldn't be! Was he...?

“Captain,” Jacob heard a voice call out before the door opened slowly, revealing a pirate, “the storm's coming! We should be close to The Island of Forbidden Wonder, but it may be difficult to get there!”

“U-um,” Jacob stammered, before standing up, “what?”

“Aye, too much rum last night, Captain Meechum?” the pirate chuckled.

The Island of Forbidden Wonder? Meechum? It was true! Jacob was in his story! No wonder it seemed so familiar. And if he remembered correctly, the scene he was in was right about where they'd come into contact with the great siren, Leona!

“Something like that. I'll be right up.” Jacob replied.

The pirate stood in the doorway, staring blankly, as if waiting for Jacob to finish his sentence. No way had Megan not only transported him into his story, but had she really also required him to speak in full pirate speech?

“Y'arghhh.” Jacob growled, to which the pirate responded with a similar cry before heading out of the captain's quarters.

“What the hell...what is going on. This is so...amazing!” Jacob said to himself, inspecting the room and all of its contents.

He figured it'd just have been an illusion, but when he picked up the various scrolls and maps, and even what he no doubt knew was Meechum's sword and pistol, it all felt very real. The room itself even moved back and forth ever slowly, giving the authentic feeling of being at sea. Megan had really done it! This was not what Jacob was expecting at all. Although, the more he thought about it, Megan had in fact told him he'd get an experience unlike any other. But...where was Megan? Hadn't she told him that she'd be around to guide him? Perhaps she was disguised as one of the crew.

Suddenly, a loud rumble of thunder shook Jacob's surroundings, followed by a loud crash of a wave slamming against the ship. Jacob lost his balance, grunting before carefully making his way to the door, opening it slowly. Sure enough, the clouds were black and threatening, and large raindrops punished the deck. His (or he guessed, Meechum's) crew shouted amongst themselves, scurrying to lower the sails and holding onto whatever they could to keep themselves from falling overboard.

“Captain,” one of them shouted, “take the wheel! We need t'be makin' sure the boat don't tip!”

Jacob had never steered a ship before! And yet, the scene felt so familiar to him, seeing as he had only written it just the day before. He knew what to do. Wobbling towards the wheel, Jacob climbed the wet, wooden stairs, trying his best not to fall over, before taking hold of the wheel, steering it to the right as hard as he could. Lightning lit up the dark sky, and the yelling of the crew was deafened by the roaring waves and thunder.

“Oh, God...oh, God...” Jacob repeated to himself, as he saw in plain view, a large wave coming straight towards the ship.

The boat soon found itself head on with said wave, riding up it before crashing hard on the other side. The cold, salty water rushed across the deck, with more crew members screaming, some laughing. Jacob, on the other hand, started swearing to himself, wondering if he'd end up overboard. He remembered that Megan had told him about no physical harm coming to him, but if everything felt so real, how would that be possible? He didn't know how to swim, meaning he'd drown in an instant!

As lightning bolts struck the ocean, in the distance, Jacob saw what he'd written about in the story: The Island of Forbidden Wonder! Or at least, the outline of it! He knew what he had to say next to make the story progress...but he never finished anything beyond that. What would happen?

“Look! There it be! The Island of Forbidden Wonder! We're close now, lads!” Jacob yelled.

The crew cheered amid the thunder and merciless sea, knowing they'd soon reach the treasure that Jacob had written all about. He also knew, however, that he'd written the story with the intent to incorporate some type of ABDL theme into it, but what would that entail? Cursed treasure? Leona the siren casting an evil spell? This was where he'd drawn a blank the last time. What did he want to happen?

As the ship drew ever closer to the mysterious island, a faint voice in the distance could be heard, singing a gentle tune that, despite the furious storm, could still be heard. While it wasn't a tune that Jacob had ever heard before, it definitely invoked feelings of innocence, of calm, of being carefree. In fact, the more Jacob heard it, the more it reminded him of a lull-a-bye; that was it! The scene that needed to happen, that was foreshadowed in the title of the story! The siren's lull-a-bye!

“Captain! Steer clear! There be too many rocks further in! Ye will destroy the ship!” one of the crew warned.

Jacob nodded, telling himself he needed to steer the ship away, and yet, the gentle singing filled his ears, and on a rock in the distance, he swore he could see who knew to be Leona, the great siren. He couldn't make her out entirely, but she did have an amber glow about her that enticed the eyes. As much as he wanted to take control of the wheel, Jacob stood there, mesmerized, his hands locked in place.

“Such beauty...do you see it?” Jacob asked his crew.

“See what?! We'll be dead if ye don't turn the wheel!”

One of the waves behind the ship help push it along, even closer to the island and its chaotic rocks. The crew screamed even more, some even taking to try to pull Jacob's hands off the wheel, but to no avail. Something had them firmly in place. Meanwhile, Leona's humming grew louder in Jacob's ears, making him smile and shifting his desire from the island's treasure to the beauty that sat upon one of the rocks, seemingly unfazed by the storm.

Jacob heard more yelling from his crew, and felt various hands shaking him, the storm still raging on. It wasn't long before he heard someone yell, “Abandon ship!”

Looking over, Jacob watched his crew either dive overboard or get onto their small rowboats, while Jacob himself remained in place, hands still glued to the wheel. Closer and closer to the rocks, he grew. Moments later, Jacob's eyes widened as he heard the ship crash into one of them, throwing him forward and overboard, into the sea. Somehow, he'd missed one of the rocks himself, and as he fell, he could see Leona still singing, her amber glow present even as Jacob was submerged. The cold, salty sea water tasted and felt so very real, and soon panic set in, for Jacob knew he couldn't swim! Didn't Megan state that no harm would come to him?

“H-help!” he cried, doing his best to keep afloat, praying that another massive wave wouldn't send the rest of the ship on top of him...or worse, send Jacob into another rock! Looking around, he found a rock and flailed towards it, covering little distance with his uncoordinated body movement. It was then that he saw Leona, sitting on said rock, her amber glow acting as a glimmer of hope in Jacob's current situation. Leona reached out her hand, her humming still continuing, as Jacob quickly took hold of it. Leona pulled him up, and as he got closer, Jacob couldn't believe his eyes once more: Leona was Megan! Sure, her wardrobe was different, but there was no doubt that the siren that rescued him was in fact, Megan.

“Megan?!” Jacob cried.

“Shhh,” she hushed, her voice heard clearly despite the storm, “another pirate in search of The Island of Forbidden Wonder's treasure, hmm? Did you not heed the warning of those who have previously attempted such a feat? All who set food on the island leave changed men.”

“Wait, Megan! I didn't know this would happen!” Jacob explained.

“Who is this Megan you speak of? You stand before the great siren, Leona!”

“W-what? No! I didn't! I mean! I, um, I...” Jacob stammered and stuttered, flabbergasted by the situation.

“I see someone's a little wound up from his little excursion! No matter, we'll get you out of those wet clothes and all relaxed before I decide what to do with you next, trespasser. Now,” Megan spoke, pulling Jacob closer to her, whispering, “sleep.”

Suddenly, the singing resumed, sending Jacob into a very fast sleep. The storm calmed, the sea stopped raging, and Megan/Leona scooped Jacob into her arms with little effort, chuckling as she carefully stepped her way along the rocks, back to the island, humming the entire time.

It was some time later that Jacob awoke, finding himself looking up at a ceiling made of stone. He looked around, noticing something soft that he was on. When he looked down, he was surprised to find that he was naked, immediately gasping and turning red. What had happened to his clothing? Had Megan, or Leona, or whoever the siren claimed to be, undressed him?

“What the...” he whispered, trying to sit up.

And yet, he couldn't. His hands and legs appeared to be tied down! Looking around some more, Jacob noticed that the floor, while made of stone, had plenty of soft rugs about it, and was decorated with various sea-related decorations; crabs, seashells, starfish, all pastel blue, or yellow, or green. Even more surprising was that Jacob swore he could smell the faint aroma of baby powder. Where was he?

Suddenly, a door at the end of the room opened, and in walked Megan. She swayed her hips with each step, her seashell necklace jingling and glistening softly.

“Look who's finally awake! I was just about to dress you, too!”

“M-Megan? What is going on?” Jacob asked. “Why are my hands and legs tied down?”

“That's Leona to you, my brave little pirate,” Megan chuckled, placing her finger on Jacob's lips, “and they're so you don't fall off.”

“Fall off? Fall off of what? This is crazy!”

“No, no,” Megan shook her head, “this is exactly what all who trespass on The Island of Forbidden Wonder get. You wish to wander off to places you shouldn't be going, taking what isn't yours, like a small, innocent child, and yet you act all tough and brave with your crew. Well, to Leona, you're just a little one who doesn't know any better, and who needs to be treated as such. So...fall off of what, you ask? Why, your changing table, of course!”

“Changing table?! Megan, please. Jus-”

With the snap of Megan's fingers, Jacob was cut off, a bright blue pacifier magically appearing in his mouth. Despite his efforts to spit it out, it was stuck, his slight mumbling coming from behind it.

“Now,” Megan leaned in, “I'm going to put the big, bad pirate in his place, and if he behaves and calms down a bit, maybe I'll fill him in a little more on what's going on, even though he should know. Misbehave, however, and you may end up over my knee. Continue misbehaving, and I'll have no qualms about tossing you into the middle of the sea with the rest of your crew. Understand?”

With a quiet whimper and wide eyes, Jacob nodded, fearing for his life.

“Good,” Megan smiled, before whispering, “oh, and do try to enjoy yourself, would you?”

Megan then winked before holding out her hand, a thick diaper, large bottle of baby powder, and a tub of larger than average baby wipes appearing out of thin air. Was she really going to diaper Jacob? Was this part of the deal? Why hadn't he read the terms and conditions like he was instructed?

“Now...time for the new baby's first diaper!” Megan sang with a giggle.

[CDfm]

It never fails, signing or agreeing to something without actually reading it will come back to bite you in the rear. I love it though. I am totally hooked on the magic. I can’t wait to see how far Megan takes things. At the end of the last chapter I said that Jacob could always run if things started going south, well that option seems to have disappeared at this point. I guess he is in for the ride now like it or not. I have a feeling he will like it though. Glad I could give it a like and I am looking forward to reading more. 

[Dr_J]

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

[mamabug]

Great job, babe! ❤️ can't wait to see where you take it! 

[Dr_J]

Thank you, love! <3 

[Fulldiaper]

Oh please do continue. I'm ant...ica....pat....ing the continuation.

[Sarah Penguin]

[Dr_J]

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

[Sarah Penguin]

8 minutes ago, Dr_J said:

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

*hands you wands of diaperization to turn the roadblocks into cases of fresh clean diapers* 

[Dr_J]

Hey there! Sorry for the long delay, but I did have some pretty bad writer's block. However, Chapter 5 is now done! Enjoy! :)

 

Chapter 5

 

Jacob did his best to keep still as Megan set the baby wipes and powder beside him. Megan then opened the thick diaper slowly in her hand, making sure Jacob could see just how thick it truly was. The diaper had to be at least two inches thick! It was rare for anyone to have diapers of such magnitude, unless they were filthy rich!

 

“Bet you thought most pirates died when they encountered a siren, huh?” Megan giggled, “while that's usually true, I, the great Leona, find this much more entertaining. And just look how thick this is! You won't be going anywhere, little man.”

 

“Mpgh!” Jacob wiggled softly, pleading with his eyes.

 

Aside from reading and seeing things online, Jacob had never experienced being diapered by anyone before. How was it that he'd gone from getting sucked into his unfinished story to lying on a changing mat, ready to be put into a diaper by a beautiful woman? He hadn't written any of this down anywhere! With little effort, Megan lifted Jacob's legs, sliding the fresh diaper beneath him. It felt so much more comfortable and thicker than anything he'd ever felt before!

 

“Hmm, still a little fussy, huh?” Megan cooed, “Why so fussy, baby? Tell Ms. Leona what's wrong.”

 

Megan gently plucked the pacifier from Jacob's mouth, giving him some time to speak.

 

“I've never done this before!” Jacob confessed with a whimper.

 

“Ohh, silly boy,” Megan tsked, popping the pacifier back into Jacob's mouth, “I'm sure you have, a very long time ago, just like with the others who came in search of my treasure. Now, let's get you all powdered up and I guarantee you that you'll feel so much better! Oh, yes you will!”

 

Megan smiled sweetly down at Jacob, taking hold of the bottle of powder and twisting the cap slowly, giving the bottle a squeeze to let a poof of powder come out. She then lifted Jacob's legs once more, dusting his bottom generously before working on his front. With her gentle hands, she rubbed the powder in, practically massaging it into Jacob's skin, making him let out a sigh of deep relief. It did feel really good, as embarrassing as it was! Next, Megan sprinkled just a bit more powder into the diaper itself, singing softly as she finished, taping the diaper up all nice and snug.

 

“There we gooooo,” Megan cooed, unstrapping Jacob and, with a snap of her fingers, making the changing table disappear, “don't worry about falling. The diaper will break your fall!”

 

Jacob didn't fall down, per se, but he did float a bit in a sitting position, before feeling himself get plopped down on the floor with a thud. The diaper between his legs was indeed quite thick, to a point where he could barely close his legs. He knew if he tried to stand, that he'd most likely waddle or even fall back over. Megan knelt down beside Jacob, pinching his cheeks, which burned a bright red color. This wasn't how Jacob had ever expected to experience the ABDL scene in his life!

 

“Now that we've got you all comfy and cute, why don't we have a little drink and talk about what's going on, hmm? Does that sound good?”

 

“Yes, please.” Jacob mumbled from behind his paci.

 

“That's 'Yes, Ms. Leona,' to you, little one.” Megan corrected him.

 

“Y-yes, Ms. Leona.” Jacob replied with a blush.

 

“Awww, good boy!”

 

Megan then snapped her fingers, causing a rather large baby bottle to appear out of thin air, landing in her hand. She then made a large chair appear, and with little effort, hoisted Jacob up, sitting down and setting him in her lap. Before Jacob could react, Megan had the pacifier removed from his mouth, the baby bottle in its place. Jacob did his best not to suckle, but the bottle must have had some kind of magic to it, for when Megan gave it a few light squeezes, the nipple mimicked being suckled, forcing the sweet liquid into Jacob's mouth.

 

“There we go, baby,” Megan beamed, “now that we're all comfy, I bet you're still a little confused. That's okay, though. If you read the Terms and Conditions, then you know the initial shock is natural.”

 

A wave of guilt overcame Jacob, making it clearly obvious in his facial expression that he'd done something wrong.

 

“You did read them, right? You know...the big thing I told you to read, which included how to navigate through all of this with me, and how to proceed to the next segment?”

 

Megan gently removed the bottle from Jacob's mouth, giving him time to answer.

 

“Well, um...I kind of...did? I more or less skimmed through them.” Jacob sheepishly admitted.

 

“Ugh,” Megan rolled her eyes, “and here I thought you were different from the rest in that regard. Guess that means you forgot to read the part that says the only form of payment I accept for this kind of experience is your soul...”

 

As Megan uttered those last three words, her voice bellowed and echoed, while the scene grew dark. Jacob grew frightened, but was surprised when the scene returned to normal shortly after Megan finished her sentence.

 

“I'm kidding, of course, but shame on you for not reading!

 

“I'm sorry,” Jacob replied, “I was just so eager to get somewhere with my writing.”

 

“I understand that, but still. Now we're in this position where you're probably freaking out because you're only beginning to get an idea of what's going on, and you're sitting in a giant diaper being fed from a bottle by the antagonist of one of your short stories, played by yours truly.”

 

“That's where I'm confused, though. How is this playing out when it hasn't been written? And where are we, exactly? This all feels so real! The rocking of the boat, the rushing waves, the...um, the diaper.” Jacob said with a blush.

 

“Well of course it feels real, silly! One of the many benefits of being a Sand Witch! Now, to answer your questions, remember when I made myself appear in your mind? You know, when you got all scared and left the chat and got your diapers all in a bunch?” Megan asked, giving Jacob a slight bounce to make his diaper crinkle.

 

Jacob nodded, embarrassed by the fact that Megan was still treating him somewhat babyishly despite their normal conversation.

 

“Well, that's where we are. Think of it as somewhere in our subconscious. Not just yours, not just mine, but ours. The spell you listened to, combined with the fact that we share a connection, is what allows the spell to be so effective. Not only did I read your stories so I could take on the roles of characters, but because you've imagined and written what these worlds should look like, we're able to 'visit' these places. Time exists here, but it's merely a fraction of a second in the real world.”

 

“Weird...this is like some kind of sci-fi movie or something.”

 

“Um, no, poof-butt. It's magic. As for why the story is playing out when it hasn't been written? That's actually on you. The Terms and Conditions explained that the spell plays on both your subconscious and your desires, although it isn't perfect and can be a bit unpredictable at times. You may sometimes find yourself in a position that you're not accustomed to, but you being a writer, I'm sure you can keep an open mind.”

 

“I'm not sure I like the sound of that.” Jacob scratched his head.

 

“And yet you checked the “I Agree” box before reading the instructions. Did you at least read the little recap at the end?”

 

“Well, yes, but-”

 

“-then you know that if you really can't handle this or don't like it, you can just say the magic phrase three times. That, or as written, if I feel you're too overwhelmed or at risk of mental harm, I'll poof us back to reality.”

 

“Y-yeah. Does that happen often?” Jacob gulped.

 

“Can't say for certain, as I really haven't done too much of this kind of thing before. I usually enchant items or make little essences and all of that cliché stuff.”

 

“That's really comforting.” Jacob said sarcastically.

 

“Oh, hush,” Megan stuck her tongue out before popping the baby bottle back into Jacob's mouth, giving it a few more squeezes, “you're in good hands, I promise. I wouldn't have done this for you if I didn't like you or if I didn't want to keep you safe. Now, enjoy yourself, and drink up, baby Meechum!”

 

Jacob tried to get the bottle out of his mouth, but Megan held it firmly in place, cooing softly and squeezing it every few moments, its contents emptying rather quickly. It wasn't long before Jacob finished the sweet, milk-like substance, his stomach quite full.

 

“Ohh, someone was a thirsty boy, wasn't he?” Megan giggled, setting the baby bottle aside.

 

Much to Jacob's embarrassment, Megan then snapped her fingers again, making a pastel blue burp cloth appear on her shoulder.

 

“N-no, I don't need to be burped.” Jacob said with a huge blush.

 

He didn't know why, but something about being slung over Megan's shoulder in just a diaper really made him feel little and helpless. Sure enough, Megan did just that, hoisting the diapered man up, with Megan's hands on Jacob's back and diapered butt. Jacob hoped it'd be a quick burping, but Megan must have sensed his eagerness, as she took her time, giving Jacob long, gentle pats to his back and diaper. With each diaper pat, the fragrance of baby powder could be smelled.

 

“Ohh, this is just precious,” Megan said as she held Jacob close to her shoulder, “each and every diaper pat is making little poofs of baby powder come out of the waistband! Now, burp for Ms. Leona! Give me a great big burp or two!”

 

Sucking in his stomach as an effort to stop the bubbles from moving around, Jacob's face turned red with each crinkly pat to his diaper, and felt the bubbles work their way up every time Megan's hand reached his back. Before long, Jacob let out a giant belch, his stomach much less full after the fact.

 

“Good job, baby boy,” Megan praised, inspecting her shoulder and Jacob's mouth, “and all clean! Not a drop of milk on your face! Still, gotta make sure...”

 

Megan sat Jacob back in her lap, then used the burp cloth to wipe his face, making his face scrunch up. Once finished, Megan pulled the diaper-clad author into her chest, giving him very soft diaper pats and little bounces, with her hands gently scratching his back. As embarrassed as he felt, Jacob couldn't deny that everything also felt oddly calming, and it did entice his imagination quite a bit. Perhaps it was Megan's soft skin, or the gentle but enticing fragrance about her, or her playful yet maternal disposition. Still, Jacob wondered how far things would go, especially since the stories hadn't been finished yet. After all, while he didn't intend on having all of his stories contain adult themes, there were some that he'd been thinking about implementing said themes into.

 

Jacob's train of thought was broken by Megan saying, “That diaper won't stay dry for long! That's okay, though, my little swashbuckler. Ms. Leona is here to take care of any little oceans that happen in your diaper!”

 

His eyes widened upon hearing that; no way would he give into something so embarrassing, especially in front of the beautiful Megan! Sure, he'd worn a diaper around someone of the opposite sex before, and had even been put into one by someone else before, but Jacob had never used a diaper in front of them. Did Megan expect Jacob to wet it with her around him? That would be awful!

 

“Now that baby's nice and full, what should we do, hmm?” Megan hummed. “Wait! I know! Why don't we go on a little tour of my home?”

 

Jacob felt too full to move, but his intuition told him that perhaps a tour would progress the story further, and would help him find a way out. He nodded, and before he knew it, Megan's hands glowed softly, and soon a sling formed around her body. Jacob found himself floating into said sling, which felt silky and cozy. Megan held the back of Jacob's head close to her shoulder, as her other hand remained on his thickly diapered bottom, giving it a few pats every now and then. The two began their tour shortly after.

 

From the room they were in, Megan entered a large, well-lit hallway, adorned with various gold-framed paintings, lanterns, and glass displays filled with weapons, necklaces, rubies, and the like. The floor was made of reflective, jade marble tile.

 

“This is where I store most all of my possessions,” Megan paused for a moment, “or rather, the possessions I've gathered from trespassers.”

 

Jacob looked on in awe, taking mental notes of the colors, the quality, the detail of every last item, not only for his writing, but also in case Megan dropped any hints on how Jacob could make his escape. He could see Megan smirk as she approached a door on the left, opening it slowly. This time, the two were in what was no doubt, a very spacious kitchen, complete with fine silverware, dishes, and more pots and pans than were probably necessary. All of the items also came from trespassers, according to Megan.

 

The house seemed never-ending, as the two went from room to room, with Megan giving a small history lesson on the origins of some of the items, as well as tales of other pirates.

 

“They all come here in hopes of finding treasure, and yet they all end up the same. Always begging me to let them go, or trying to fight me and claim what is rightfully mine,” Megan spoke as she walked back into the hallway and up a set of stairs, “and then when they're in captivity, they always attempt escape in the most predictable of ways. Out the window, stealing one of my boats, swimming back into the ocean. And I either catch them and deal with them, or they perish when the sea rages once more and they drown.”

 

“And where, if I may ask, Meg-er, Ms. Leona,” Jacob finally spoke up, opting to use manners instead of flailing and complaining, “where do those who do not perish end up when you're done with them?”

 

“Sometimes I send them back the way they came unharmed, in hopes that maybe they'll think the next time they choose to explore new lands. Other times, if I feel they haven't quite learned their lesson, I may hand them off to other sirens of the sea. Some are more gentle than I...some are not.”

 

There was a significant pause while Megan held Jacob a little closer, patting his diapered behind ever gently. She sighed deeply, a trace of sadness in her breath.

 

“Strange...it doesn't seem to matter how many times I experience this, it doesn't get old; something about putting big, burly, 'tough' men of the sea in a helpless position like this. Yet, it breaks my heart a little more each and every time my captors leave.”

 

“You can't bear children of your own?” Jacob asked.

 

Megan shook her head, replying with, “I am forever bound to this island and all of its advantages and disadvantages. One of those advantages is that I never age here. One of those disadvantages is infertility.”

 

“I'm sorry.”

 

“How thoughtful of you, little Meechum.” Megan kissed Jacob's forehead, giving him a little squeeze.

 

The squeeze gently teased Jacob's bladder, but he did his best not to let it show. Megan's motherly intuition took notice, however. Breaking from the deep conversation, she looked down at Jacob and smirked.

 

“Uh-oh...is that bottle making its way through my little baby? Hmm?” Megan sang, giving Jacob a small bounce and tickle, making him wiggle furiously in her arms.

 

“S-stop.” Jacob gasped with a giggle, feeling very ticklish and biting his lip to distract himself.

 

“Not big into bounces, hmm? Fine...diaper pats it is, then!” Megan giggled.

 

While she didn't let up on her tickling, she replaced the bouncing for firm yet playful pats on Jacob's diaper, making sure to press her hand a bit against his bladder area, as if to help him along. Jacob writhed and giggled more, trying his best not to give in. He knew what Megan was trying to do, and there was no way he was going to let it happen! Megan didn't let up, however, and she carried Jacob into what his instinct told him was the Siren's room. The window contained a view, overlooking the ocean, with pillars shaped like narwhal tusks. The floor was made of tile colored like sand, but had various styles of rugs on top.

 

Then, there was the ridiculously large bed, in which Megan laid Jacob down on. It was easily the most comfortable bed he'd ever been on; it truly felt like he was sitting on a cloud (and not because of the diaper). When his hands and legs touched the feathery, silky sheets and blankets, Jacob let out a whispered, “Wow...”

 

“Comfy, huh?” Megan giggled, to which Jacob nodded.

 

Megan then clapped her hands and said, “Good,” before she made light tickling motions with her hands. Jacob shook his head, even trying to roll out of the way, for it wouldn't take much more for him to wet the diaper around his waist! And yet, Megan was too fast, her hands lightly scratching and tickling Jacob's arms, neck, legs, feet, and stomach.

 

“N-no, please!” Jacob begged, before Megan responded by quickly producing a pacifier and popping it into Jacob's mouth.

 

The tickling evolved into raspberries on Jacob's stomach, with his bladder begging for relief the more it went on. And still, Jacob resisted. Megan caught on rather quickly, though, soon gently cupping Jacob's diaper in the palm of her hand, giving it little squeezes and pats, right around his bladder once more.

 

“Don't fight it,” Megan cooed, “I know you're trying so hard, my little pirate, but you will feel so much better if you just wet your diaper for Ms. Leona.”

 

Jacob shook his head, biting the pacifier softly in one final attempt to keep the flood gates closed. Megan countered this by quickly sitting down, pulling Jacob into her lap, and giving him a big squeeze, her hand remaining on his diaper and repeating the same patting and cupping motions. Jacob's eyes went wide, and sure enough, he felt a steady stream of pee escape into his diaper. The diaper was thick enough that nothing could be heard, but the warming sensation was definitely there. Megan looked down at the extremely embarrassed Jacob, smiling as she kept her hand cupping his diaper, letting out a quiet, “Hmmm...” as it grew wet and warm in her hand.

 

“Awwww, there we go! Let it all out into that diaper of yours.”

 

Despite feeling completely humiliated, Jacob also felt an intense amount of relief in wetting his diaper, his bladder no longer aching. He let out a defeated sigh when he was finished, Megan still cooing and praising him, with her hand still resting on his now used diaper. Megan gave it a few squishy pats, making Jacob wiggle uncomfortably.

 

“D'awww,” Megan sang, “does someone not like being in such a wet diaper? I guess Ms. Leona can give her little man a nice diaper change...but, I think we should first have a little quiet time. Maybe a little nap filled with lots of cuddles and whatnot.”

 

Jacob really didn't want to remain in a wet diaper for that long, but his intuition again told him this was part of moving the story forward. If the two napped, that could be his chance to escape and get the hell out of his predicament. He played it off well, first by shaking his head, and mid-protest, letting out a yawn and stretch. This made Megan gush with joy, moving up towards the fluffy pillows on her bed, lying Jacob beside her on his back once more.

 

Megan then used one hand to play with Jacob's hair, while the other caressed his arms and chest (and occasionally making its way to his diaper for more pats and squeezes, just for confirmation of what he did). Once again, as embarrassing as it seemed, something about it still made Jacob smile and feel relaxed. Is this part of what he'd missed out on while exploring the lifestyle? He told himself that now wasn't the time to be thinking about such things; he needed to plan his escape! First, however, he needed to at least try to make his captor think that he wasn't going anywhere. Sure, there was the chance that the Siren had been tricked before, but the more Jacob thought about it, the more he came to the realization: this was his world, his story. And in his world, all of the previous pirates were the burly, brawling types who would always resist. Meechum, however, was more cunning than that.

 

As Megan continued displaying her affection, Jacob curled up with a smile, leaning his body against hers and nuzzling her neck softly. He just hoped she'd take the bait. Megan's response? The biggest, longest, “awww” Jacob had ever heard. Megan then wrapped her arms around Jacob, giving him a warm hug and squeeze, making him blush once again.

 

“Aren't you just the cutest?” Megan cooed, her nails slightly tracing along Jacob's back, practically putting him into a trance. “I think someone's enjoying this more than they thought they would, huh? I wasn't so sure about you at first, but something tells me you're not like the other pirates. You're more...”

 

Jacob waited to hear how he'd be defined. What would be the best adjective to use on Meechum's character? Bold? No...too cliché. Seaworthy? That had a nice ring to it, but it still didn't quite fit the bill. Much to Jacob's surprise, Megan finally came up with a description, “Innocent...almost fragile, in a way.”

 

“Fragile?” Jacob asked, hoping he wouldn't be scolded for talking from behind the pacifier.

 

“Yes,” Megan nodded, “you didn't attempt to draw your weapons on me, didn't struggle terribly much, and haven't put up much of a fight since you got here. I could get used to keeping you around for a while.”

 

Jacob's eyes widened at first, but then, remembering to continue playing the ruse, he nodded his head slowly.

 

“Ohhh, I could just eat you up,” Megan cooed with a smile, “we shall discuss this more after some quiet time and a nice diaper change.”

 

Megan snapped her fingers once more, making a basket filled with even thicker diapers, wipes, baby powder, and a baby blanket, all of which plopped onto the floor.

 

“So I don't forget when we wake up.” Megan shrugged with a wink.

 

Jacob then felt Megan turning him onto his stomach, his wet, diapered bottom in full view. Megan's hand got to work once more, giving his diaper soft rubs and pats, making Jacob both blush and again, feel rather relaxed.

 

I'll pretend to fall asleep, and if she falls asleep, I can find a way out of here! Jacob thought to himself.

 

It wasn't long before Megan's hand slowly stopped patting Jacob's diaper, and the sound of light snoring filled the room. Jacob stayed as still as he could, only tilting his head slightly to see if the time was right. Sure enough, Megan was sound asleep. Jacob wondered how mobile he'd be with the thick, wet diaper between his legs, but what choice did he have? It was on tight enough that simply pulling it down wouldn't work, and if he ripped the tapes, it would surely wake up Megan. Hopefully it was wet enough that it wouldn't crinkle as much. If it did, he knew he'd have no choice but to crawl in an effort to drown out the sound.

 

With a quiet but deep breath, Jacob inched his way to the edge of the bed, keeping an eye Megan. He then turned to his side, taking note of the diaper only rustling ever slightly, and not enough to disturb Megan's sleep, apparently. Jacob then dangled his feet over the bed, ever gently landing them on the floor without a sound. The diaper was still warm and wet, so it would probably make walking even more difficult than when it was dry. Nothing a little determination couldn't handle.

 

He crept a little ways out of the bedroom, making sure not to lose his balance. If Jacob had only kept note of where the room he initially woke up in was, perhaps then he could've located his clothing! For the time being, escaping was much more important. Once in the hallway, Jacob kept his hand on the wall as he waddled, eventually making his way back to the chair where Megan had fed him. Looking out the large window, Jacob swore he could see something familiar out on the ocean, not too far from the shore; a boat! How had it survived the violent storm?! There didn't seem to be anyone on it, but it was at least his shot at escaping!

 

I gotta get this diaper off... Jacob thought to himself as he crept around some more, in search of his belongings. Crinkly and quietly, he ventured into the labyrinth of rooms, poking his head into each one and quietly sighing when nothing was found. But his persistence paid off, for when Jacob heard what appeared to be fabric in the wind outside, he stepped out onto the patio, finding his clothing, all dry and hanging on a line. He quickly tore it down, and with a deep breath, praying that Megan wouldn't awaken, Jacob made quick work of untaping his diaper. Each tape was quite loud as it was ripped open, almost like the strongest of Velcro coming undone. Without any hesitation, he then hurriedly dressed himself back into his normal clothing, with the exception of his boots, for they would be too loud on the floor.

 

“How do I get out to the shore...” Jacob whispered to himself, noticing some rather lush, thick vines hanging over the balcony and leading to a garden below.

 

His jaw dropped when he swore he had heard a quiet, “Mmm, I hope my baby boy slept well,” from within the Siren's house. Swallowing his fear of heights, Jacob quickly put his boots on, before grabbing hold of the vines, trying his best to remain calm and quiet as he descended towards the garden. Oddly, this was done with much more grace than Jacob had thought; after all, he was by no means athletic in the real world, and was prone to rather clumsy accidents.

 

Once his feet were close enough to the ground, Jacob let go of the vine, landing with a quiet thud. He bolted towards the end of the garden, where a wrought-iron gate awaited him.

 

“Oh, baby boy? Where did you go?” Megan's voice called out.

 

Jacob pulled the gate open, which created a loud, metallic grind as it scraped against the stone walkway beneath it. He hurriedly ran onto the beach, making his way towards the little boat. Clouds started swirling a bit, darkening the sky as Jacob heard Megan's voice echo a little louder.

 

“Uh oh,” he heard Megan coo, “someone's been a naughty little escape artist! Ms. Leona always gets to change her new baby's first used diaper, and you are no exception!”

 

Jacob ran even faster, staggering when he hit some of the loose sand. Still, he chose not to look back, thinking he might somehow be subject to some sort of hypnotic spell if he even looked at Megan. As he ran, he dipped down slightly, grabbing a fistful of sand, just in case he needed to make a last-ditch effort to escape. It began to thunder and lightning, and slowly, the waves on the ocean grew. And still, Jacob persisted.

 

Suddenly, as he ran, Jacob's route was blocked by Megan appearing in a cloud of smoke, the very wet diaper in her one hand, her other on her hip.

 

“How dare you attempt to leave without my permission? And here you seemed so eager to be under my care just hours ago!”

 

“Get back, Siren,” Jacob warned, “I will leave of my own volition, never to return, if you leave me untouched.”

 

Where did he learn to speak that way? That was by no means his normal means of talking to anybody!

 

“Ha,” Megan chuckled, “Ms. Leona makes the rules here...and besides, you didn't even let me change your first used diaper. Soon, however, you won't need to worry about that, for there will be many used diapers in your future.”

 

Megan's eyes glowed a bright blue, her free hand raised and her voice chanting something in a loud whisper. Jacob swore he could almost see the words she spoke, wafting through the air as they made their way towards his ears. Jacob side-stepped out of the way, bolting towards his captor and throwing his fistful of sand directly into her face. The sand got into Megan's eyes, mouth, and nose, causing her to gag and cough while rubbing her eyes. With Megan distracted, Jacob gently pushed her to the ground, making her fall face first into the sand.

 

“S-sorry, Megan!” Jacob cried as he ran even faster, making it to the shore and diving into the ocean, swimming as fast as he could towards the boat.

 

“My name,” he heard Megan say between coughs, “is Ms. Leona!”

 

Somehow, Jacob managed to get to the boat with no issue, quickly pulling the small anchor up before using the two oars to start rowing further out to sea. Megan now stood at the shore, flailing and yelling. Had Jacob been too harsh on her? He'd have to apologize to her more sincerely later.

 

“Nobody escapes until I say so!” Megan's voice boomed across the water, making Jacob gasp and row even harder.

 

There was a light glow from Megan's vicinity, and soon, the ocean turned into a whirlpool, growing ever bigger every half-minute or so. Jacob did his best to row away from the watery vortex, but it grew too strong, spinning his boat wildly and pulling it in towards the center. Oddly enough, as fast as Jacob thought the ordeal would be, time seemed to slow down for a moment, the boat ever slowly spinning.

 

“I'm taking it you had enough fun with this story?” Megan's voice could be heard.

 

Jacob looked around, trying to locate the direction Megan's voice was coming from.

 

“We're in a shared subconscious, silly...remember? I'm still on the beach, getting this sand out of my face and hair, and mouth...”

 

“S-sorry about that. I ju-” Jacob attempted to apologize.

 

“-no apology required. I'm not hurt, and this is just how the story happened to play out. After all, we're technically just living the experiences of the characters you're portraying, so we're not actually the ones getting hurt or anything. Plus, it's all pretend!”

 

“Yet it feels so real.”

 

“It should give you quite a bit to write about.” Megan giggled.

 

“That it should.” Jacob chuckled back.

 

“Well? What do you think so far?”

 

“This is like, crazy, and I mean that in the best way possible. Makes me want to see this play out to the end!”

 

“Mmm, I'm sure you do! However, that would leave nothing to your imagination when continue working on the story, wouldn't it?”

 

“Good point.”

 

“Right. Now, we can move on to the next story, or we can take a little break, or we can just end the experience if you think this is too mu-” Megan spoke and was quickly cut off.

 

“-next one, please! This is too amazing to pass up!”

 

“Alright! I'm not gonna spoil the surprise of where you're headed next, but I'm sure you'll figure it out soon enough. Look into the center of the whirlpool for me, would you?”

 

With a nod, Jacob did as instructed, and soon, a bright purple light emitted from the whirlpool, engulfing Jacob and his surroundings. He closed his eyes out of fear of being blinded, and soon, a still, gentle silence settled in. Jacob felt as though he were floating in mid-air, keeping his eyes closed. Suddenly, a loud woosh was heard, followed by another bright light...and then, darkness once more.

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Dang this is good. I am loving the concept of living the stories you write. You can’t really tell if it is real or magic. The end result though is a captivating story. I was very happy to be able to give this a like and I am absolutely looking forward to reading more.