CW Dark ending + Heavy descriptions of Diaper Hypermessing Previous chapter As the clock ticked lower and lower, Nacia and I were pent up with frustration, but our only choice was to comply with a five-year-old’s baby games. We could not believe that we were seriously sitting here, spending our New Years Eve in peed diapers, playing with baby toys, while the adults within earshot were drinking and laughing. - David forced us each to play with rattles, telling us to “look cute” before he could continue through the toybox. I was disgusted to no end as he handed over a green teething ring, not wanting to imagine how many gross child’s mouths it had been placed it, but I sadly was forced to submit to gnawing my deformed baby teeth on the thing, acting like a teething child in front of all the adults who would not hesitate to glance over and snap a few pictures of our tiny, “playing,” padded forms. - He would also constantly make comments about our clearly wet diapers, which Nacia and I
Part one I breathed a sigh of relief as Nacia and I stepped back through the time portal. While I had deeply enjoyed sentencing David to a second childhood of being forced to make full, smelly baby diapers, I was ready to return to be 24 years old again, and I was sure that Nacia shared the sentiment. - Midnight would no doubt be coming rather soon, and the two of us didn’t want to miss it. - After a relieving trip through the waters of time, thanks to the special power bestowed upon us by New Years Eve, I had expected to open my eyes and see the room where Nacia and I had originally done the ritual, just as we left it. However, both of us were met with a far different sight. - I was laying on my side, on a pink mattress, and in front of me, there were large wooden bars. Peering through the bars, in confusion, I could see a line of other small wooden cages, each with their own small mattress inside. Upon realizing that each cage also featured a small infant, seemingly 2-3 years old
As any training magic user would know, New Years Eve is the most magically-potent date to cast spells related to time travel. - In fact, it is the only day of the year when the majority of time-bending enchantments will properly work, which is why my twin sister and I had been planning for this opportunity. - “That bully is going to be surprised when we hit ‘em with this.” Nacia laughed as the ritual was nearly finished, many months in the making. - The final piece - a diary entry from that horrible, embarrassing day, when David slammed us against our lockers so hard that we cried. - November 6th, 2010. It was an autumn school day, just after lunch, at the local high school that Nacia and I went to. One of the popular jocks, David Vugry, had a bone to pick with us when I, a non-threatening 16-year-old at the time, made an affectionate comment to his “girlfriend.” My twin sister Nacia and I were conversing at our lockers when the class bully, and his pack of students from the team’s
(Forced Diaper Messing / Age Regression) Part one I had hoped that Nia would restore my proper age very soon after she laid me on the table and took the ruined pull-up off my waist, but it turned out that my prison sentence as a tiny, pathetic toddler had just begun. - After wiping off my bum, and sprinkling fresh powder to cover up the remnants of the red marks from when she spanked me, which was an incredibly humbling and embarrassing experience, she would only cause my fear to spike. - “I only bought a few pull-ups, and you filled this one with so much smelly muck that it’ll take weeks to wash. Poop yourself again, and I’ll be forced to buy you some proper diapers.” - “WHAT!? But I awm an adult, you shouwdn’t be making me wear pull-ups, wet awone actual baby diapers! I am owder than you! Besides, I am going tah’ be an adult again soon, wight?” - Her smirking glare told me everything. My original plan to be an adult again by the afternoon, or even that night, was dashed. Nia clearly
(Forced Diaper Messing / Age Regression / Spanking / Force-Feeding) CW: Themes of abuse / punishment for abuse “KAIDEN, WHAT DID YOU DO!?” Was the first thing Nia yelled upon waking up that morning, and I knew that my arrangement was in full effect. With a smirk, I would sit on the couch in the living room, knowing that my roommate would soon be forced to walk out and expose herself in her embarrassing, crinkly state. - The cameras were already set up and hidden through the living room to capture Nia’s moment of humiliation. I was lucky that Nia was drowsy enough from taking her medicine the night before that I was able to sneakily remove and replace her clothes during the night without her even noticing. Until now, at least. - “I have no idea what you are talking about~ May I see?” I giggled. - “I TOLD YOU THAT I WEAR DIAPERS FOR MEDICAL REASONS, KAIDEN! NOT SO THAT YOU CAN LEAVE ME UNDER A LOCK AND KEY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT!” I heard Nia growl, angrily enough for it to almost
(Involuntary regression and hyper messing) As an adult, I typically would not recall any of my dreams, but either due to the distress of being trapped in the role of Pari’s little sister, or my regressed body forcing me to act more childish, it would seem that the figments of my imagination were running wild that night... ----- “Crazy to think that we’re already graduating, isn’t it, Parker?” Starla said, sipping from her cup of something far less strong than Parker’s drink. - “Definitely, but it’s exciting - for me at least. Finally, nobody is going to treat us like little kids any more.” The college student replied, clearing his throat and setting down his drink beside Starla’s as he felt an increasing pressure in his bladder. “Pardon me.” - Starla waved him off as he hurried across the park towards the portable outhouse that had been set up. It was dirty, but it was better than pissing himself at his own graduation party, Parker supposed. - While walking down towards the bathroom
(Diaper Curse, Hypermessing, brief Diaper TF) A rather smelly punishment for what her dad did~ - Her coronation day, title of queen soon to be added~ - That morning, handmaids have her maturely cladded~ - Only for her to find herself indiscreetly padded~~ ----- It never occurred to the king, busy ruling over the entire continent with an iron fist, that one insignificant sorceress whose house he had raided would ever pose even the slightest threat against his monarchy, let alone inflicting a life-changing curse upon his newborn daughter, Princess Arla. - When she first snuck into his quarters, spoke the 6 verses of her cursed song above the princesses’ crib, and the guards soon caught her, he considered the sorceress to be a lowlife. More of a crazed nuisance than a truly important factor in his daughter’s life. His underestimation of the strange woman’s power only skyrocketed when his guards showed to him the crinkly, laughable thing she wore beneath her skirt. - After all, what kind
Commission for Anonymous. They asked for me to regress their goldfinch fursona, making this my first story with an anthro main character. Not a super intense or complicated story, just the simple regression and humiliation. ----- The mysterious package seemed to call out to Gold when he first opened the door to notice it plainly sitting there, begging to be picked up and investigated. The goldfinch had not expected to receive a package today, and the way it had appeared on his porch without any sign of a delivery person made the situation all the more perplexing. - Picking it up in his feathery wings, he could shake it to tell something was bouncing around inside - but something else was crinkling like crazy. Had this been a delivery to the wrong house? - Regardless, the day had been boring so far, so as he closed the door with his other wing, he figured he might as well take a look at the strange box he had been sent. - The goldfinch opened the box to find a bottle - a baby bottle
(Uncontrollable Hypermessing and AR) All I could do was pout. I couldn’t believe that I was even in this situation! What did Ashley deserve to have me at her mercy like this, where I have to suffer in a full diaper until she says so!? I always excused myself to discreetly go to the bathroom whenever I pleased, and now I need to “prove” to her that I’m worth not being forced to lug around the proof that I’m nothing but an incontinent baby now!? - Ugh… at least I was finally out of that hypermessed diaper that I had crammed several stinky messes of poop into… Even if I was about to be once again dressed in a garment typically meant for incontinent children. - “Pwease! Pwease, I dow’t want to use diapeys mowe! I awm potty twained!” I cried to her as I felt her sprinkle white, humiliating baby powder on my bottom, pat it, and then I felt a fresh set of papery padding slip beneath my ass. This was seriously happening - My former friend, Ashley, who I thought respected me as an adult, was
(Forced Diaper Messing) “Oh come on, Lua!” I growled upon feeling at my waist and realizing that my thin underwear had suddenly been traded out for thick, humiliating pink padding just like the babyish garment that Anny’s pre-school age daughter could be seen wearing. “All I did was make a silly joke, you can’t just punish me for that!” “Don’t get your pampers in a bunch, Maxy.” Lua said, stifling a giggle as they stared down at the large, baby-patterned diaper I had just been forced into. They gripped their wand, the thing that had magically put me in this embarrassing thing, close to their body. “Just undo it before Anny returns to pick her daughter up and thinks I’m incontinent or something!” I exclaimed as I tried to hold my skirt down to cover over the humiliating thing that cushioned my crotch and ass, to no avail. The diaper was so puffy that my skirt was practically held up by it for all to see that I was wearing it, and attempts to make it discreet by forcing my legs
CONTENT WARNING: Forced bondage, lots and lots of bathroom play. NOT for the faint of heart.
My name is Tanice and I'm a dragon that's... sigh... cursed to hypermess myself daily, or whenever somebody tells me to drop hot loads of warm poop into this humiliating diaper I can't take off... ew...
A-Anyway, I write stories. All my stuff is very gross!
I have a New Years story about halfway finished, but I will not be able to get the complete piece out by New Years Eve. I was curious what I should do with the story, considering it sadly won't be able to be complete by tomorrow. I could either share what would be the first "half" of the story tomorrow, and the rest of it later, or share the entire thing when it's complete, even though it may not end up being at New Years. Strawpoll because dA polls suck: https://www.strawpoll.me/42367722 I hope that everybody's holidays have been going decently, by the way. (I've been decent beside my friend deciding to test out their new "Instant-mess" remote on me every few hours. Ugh. Been forced to fill many pampers today alone.)
Deviantart just removed the first chapter of my ongoing AR story from the site. That was my most popular story and I doubt that it's going to be reuploaded. I'm devastated and frustrated - my plan for this gallery was to continue uploading stories every other week, but now I am unsure whether I have a future on Deviantart. I'm sorry to people who follow me here, and especially sorry to the wonderful people who favourited that now-deleted story. I will be continuing to upload to this site, but if things continue to get worse, I may have to give up. For now - Here is my furaffinity: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/diaperfillingdragon/ The deleted story is still uploaded over there. I am also looking into branching out into other literature sites, but I don't know many of them yet. Any ideas?
Thanks so much for the fave of “Rika's Reset Chapter 2” I’m glad you enjoyed it. I worked real hard to make that one good and I’d love to hear what you thought about it in the comments section of its story page if you don’t mind ^_^