THE PARK BENCH

"Oh, you like showing off your ass for me, don't you, you little slut?" Shane murmured, and his voice was low. Rough. Grating with barely suppressed, animalistic longing to claim her, taste her, make her his. The sort of voice Jenna had thought only existed in erotic novels, and never in real life…

Certainly never for a girl like her.

"Oh yeah, baby," he crooned now, his breath hot on her neck. "Go on, show me that ass. Show me that hot, incredible ass. Mmm, yeah. I bet you're super wet already for me down here, aren't you, you dirty girl?"

They both knew what he meant. Wet – in both ways. She couldn't deny the truth, and so she didn't even try. She simply flushed and nodded and shivered at his breathtaking touch, reveling in the feeling of being so completely, utterly wanted.

"You like showing off your ass for me, too, don't you? You beautiful little slut…" he murmured, and his hands were slipping suggestively up and down her rear, drifting ever further down between her thighs. Jenna caught her breath as the tips of his fingers momentarily brushed against the moist padding protecting her vulva, and she heard the smile in Shane's voice a moment later. "God, you're such a wet, dirty girl for me, aren't you?" he continued, and she nodded eagerly in sighing acquiescence. "Here's this padded little pussy down here, too. All nice and wet and ready for me to fill it up like it deserves…"

"Yes, yes please," she murmured, and she gasped as his palm descended with a stinging slap onto her bare thigh. "That's my horny girl," he commended, and then his fingers were pressing more insistently into the wet padding over her genitals. "That's my sweet little slut. Mmm… I bet you'd like me to fuck you right here and now, wouldn't you?"

"Uh-huh," she breathed, her face flushed with arousal and sheer exhilaration. No other man on earth had ever touched one of her sodden diapers and mouthed such words. No other person on the planet had ever before reminded her – not simply as some kind souls did, that she was "pretty" and "sweet" and "not at all broken" – but that she was hot as hell and a woman to be pleasured and coveted and lusted after.

Not in spite of being medically incontinent. Not even because of it. But because she was beautiful and incontinent and funny and lust-worthy all in one, with every separate aspect combining to make one completely whole and completely sensual human being.

"Why don't we get that pretty, padded ass into bed, hmm?" Shane was saying now, as she brought her momentarily distracted attention back to her lover and his caresses. "Why don't you show me just how much you want to be ridden from behind, hmm? Go on. Tell me how you need someone to ride you, babe. Tell me how much you need me to make you drip and cum and squirt like a horny little bitch-"

"Yes, ride me," she moaned, and she shuddered in pleasure even as she felt another familiar, hot spurt of urine – almost as if on cue – dribble involuntarily out of her. No matter. It was a biological function as ordinary as breathing, and something she'd had no control over these past seven years. But with Shane, she no longer needed to feel ashamed or embarrassed. Not in the slightest.

And so she repeated it: louder this time, as if nothing odd had even happened… because nothing had. "Ride me, honey. Please… I'm such a slut for you, such a wet, needy slut…"

Rational thought was evaporating now for both of them, vanishing like steam before the heat of their hormones and primal lust. But in those remaining moments of sanity, as they made their hurried way to the dark refuge of their bedroom, Jenna reflected gratefully that Shane was truly something special: as profoundly kind as he was sensual. And thanks to him, Jenna had never felt more valid – more special and yet so blessedly normal – than in this very moment.

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Forced Regression Stories & Captions Index

Let's be real: I've written a LOT of forced regression stories and captions. But since Tumblr doesn't allow NSFW blogs to be searched with tags like #forcedregression, at the request of folks like @buunnymichelle I'm putting together this handy index to a few notable ones. It's not going to be exhaustive, of course, but hopefully it will be a good starting point!

Forced Regression Stories

Male

Diapered, Desperate, and Denied

Just Out of Reach

Replaced… or Repurposed?

Promises Kept

The Date (Pt. 1 | Pt. 2)

Amelia's Baby Shower (Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | Pt. 6 | Pt. 7)

Female

Hush, Little Stacy

How Captivating!

A Model Princess (Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4)

Loose Lips

Good Baby

Hindsight

Forced Regression Captions (just a few!)

Female

Mommy's New Baby

Agent Laura in Trouble

Charles, Help Me

Now Number 28447

A Birthday Present for Mattie

The Trials of a Personal Assistant

Cheating Never Pays

Daddy's Little Darling

Rescued By Regression (Part 3, but see the other two)

On-the-Job Training

Bullied by Big Sister

Sara's New Mommy

Male

No Flirting with the Stewardess!

Sorority Sissy

Good Golly, Miss Molly

A Nurse for Carl

Justice for Jay

Chris to Chrissie?

Happy Mommy's Day, Maxie!

No Double-Dating for Adam

Changes for Baby

Steven Visit the Doctor

Sissy on the Live Stream

Nursed into Nappies

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She’d never been put in a diaper so thick, before. It was simultaneously fascinating and mortifying.

She just couldn’t control her curiosity, rubbing her hands over the outside. It never had occurred to her that a diaper could force her thighs so far apart that she couldn’t help but waddle like an oversized toddler. Or that a diaper could so effectively prevent her from feeling anything through it, despite her burning bottom and her (surprisingly) wet and wanting princess parts.

As fascinating as her new diaper was, the threats her Daddy made as he prepared, powdered and applied her new diaper, while she could only sniffle, made her far more fearful than curious. Would he really make her stay in them until they were completely soaked, through and through, even if it took a whole day? Was he really going to make her go out to a movie with just this outfit and diaper on under her coat? There’s no way he would actually take her to their favorite restaurant, the one where the waitstaff knew their names, and make her sit at the bar, right?

While she knew she hadn’t been supposed to play her toy, much less make cummies in her diaper last night, surely this was far too severe a punishment, wasn’t it? Even if she had also played and made cummies in her diapers earlier in the week, a few times, when her Daddy was either out or busy, she had already gotten spanked for those (though he hadn’t used that damned hairbrush like he did this time…) and had her toy taken away, so she can’t be punished for them again; that just isn’t fair!

She did supposed that lying to Daddy about last night was extra naughty, and demanding that he leave her be while calling him a monster wasn’t really the most appropriate way to handle her upcoming punishment, but did that invite such harsh discipline? Still, she realizes that, as naughty as she has been, Daddy probably hadn’t intended to make her do those things.

That is until she uttered those rather foolish last words: ”You wouldn’t dare!”

Every sales job I’ve worked has that one item. The white whale. The biggest ticket you can sell. The sale you brag about when you’re chatting with other industry people.

When I sold mattresses it was a split king adjustable base. That’s two twin extra long mattresses next to each other to make a king, but each side can move independently. They’re insanely expensive and honestly kind’ve impractical but it was the biggest ticket thing to sell.

When I sold sex toys though our white whale was the 20lb ass. It was a female pelvis, a cut out from the waist to the tops of the thighs. It was hyper realistic material and cost about $500. I definitely had bigger tickets but not in one item typically.

In my time at the sex shop, I sold three. Each time was completely different in terms of how the guy acted about buying it. The first man was a little embarrassed and shy about it. I was professional and supportive as I rang it up. Once I handed him the receipt he looked at the box. Then he looked at me.

If you’ve ever wondered how big a box has to be to fit a 20lb ass let me just tell you: it’s pretty damn big. It’s an uncomfortably large armful of box and every side has a picture of the sex toy inside on it. It’s not subtle.

“Could I get a bag….?”

There was no bag that existed that could possibly contain all that ass. “Hang on,” I told him.

I got scissors and tape and covered the box in cut up black bags. Looking relieved he picked up his purchase and left.

The next man to buy one carried it proudly to the counter; self assured and not embarrassed in the least. When I said I didn’t have a bag, but I could wrap it for him he gave a hearty shrug and hefted it into his arms, marching out the door with the butt on full display.

The last man to get one was just kind’ve an odd guy. Not creepy, but eccentric. We got along great, and as I rang him up I said, “Well one guy wanted his taped over, and one guy carried it out. What would you prefer?”

“There’s no bags?”

“No store bags. I think our jumbo trash bags in the back might fit it….?” It seemed rude to suggest putting a $500 item into a trash bag, but he wasn’t bothered.

He considered this then said, “Bring me the trash bag.”

When I delivered it to him he still managed to surprise me. Instead of shoving the huge box into it he opened the box. He took out his new $500 sex toy, and all the little things it came with, tipping them unceremoniously into the trash bag.

“There! Now I don’t have to deal with the box later!”

I was slightly stunned but agreed that I could easily deal with the trash. Then in a move I still think about with delight he flung the trash bag over his shoulder like a Santa with a sack full of ass and sauntered out the door.

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Omorashi/Desperation Stories & Captions

So I've heard recently that some of you would be interested in an index of the stories and captions I've written so far that have omorashi / desperation elements to them. I was actually surprised when I dug back through my archive and found that I haven't written quite as many in that vein as I first thought – a shortcoming that I'm really going to have to remedy!

Anyway, please just be aware that some of the stories on the list below have only a little bit of desperation, or have it mingled with hypnosis or messing or other adjacent kinky ideas. I hope the list is useful regardless. Enjoy!

P.S. A few folks have said they can't access links like those below, but I genuinely don't know why that might be or how to solve it. If anyone does know, feel free to drop some knowledge on me!

Stories:

A Hike with Daddy

When Duty Calls

When You Gotta Go

Decisions in the Dark

Three Good Reasons

Mile High Baby Part 1 | Part 2

Captions:

Aimee's Choice

Lucy in a Bind

Alysse's Padded Evening

Pretty Little Pull-Ups

Mrs. Stratford's New Babysitter Part V | Part VI | Part IX | Part X

Elsie's Thirsty

Bound Beauty

Competing with Naomi

Anya's New Maid

Daphne & Cara, Part XIV

Struggle, Baby, Struggle

Bedtime for Shana

Dirty Little Dolly

Wet for Charlie

Marisol's Big Mistake

Alyssa's Training, Part Two

Ellen's Initiation

Rosie the Pony Maid

A Weekend with Miss Sweeney

Welcome Home, Jared

Employee Training

I don’t need a bimbo. I don’t want a whore or a slut. I want a slave. Property, A pet. One that knows it is inferior to all Men but wishes to serve one Man above all else… to obey and cherish the Man that’s given it its new life. Humiliation, both public and private must make it’s little cunt throb. it wishes to leave its old life as a responsible female behind entirely. it no longer wants to make decisions but instead hopes to find a Man that will make every decision, large and small for it. it’s never told anyone about its desires….its true self but yearns to finally share itself….its thoughts, its wants and opinions with a Man, even though it knows they pale in comparison to His own. it wants to be little more than a set of tits and three warm wet holes for the right Man…a slave to whatever whims He dreams up for it…. In that environment, it truly will find a home.

Padded Little Paradise

On Your Knees

Image Credit: PennyBarber.com “That’s right, on your knees, little sissy girl. That’s where you belong when you’re here with us, after all.

Another one fresh from the archive and released on Wordpress. Enjoy, ya little sissies! ;-)

The Sissy Godmother, Pt. 1

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, magical transformation, humiliation, crossdressing, hypermessing, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

Commissioned By: Bricks66

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“For the last time, Lane, studying means phones off!”

Looking up from his cracked textbook, it was safe to say Josh was on edge. It was the Friday night before finals week and the 4.0 dean’s list student was cracking the whip hard against the backs of his two far less intelligent buddies. Sighing off his annoyance, he questioned in his brain why he continued to study with Lane considering his stoner ass was at risk of failing half his classes. However, a soft punch on his shoulder quickly reminded him why he put up with Lane’s bullshit.

“Oh, go easy on him, Joshy. He’s been trying harder than usual lately and I know that’s because of you. Plus, it’s nearly midnight,” said Ruby, a tall and sporty girl coasting on an athletic scholarship, as she scooted her chair closer to Josh and threw her arm around him. In the back of her mind, she wanted to strangle her childhood friend for making a fool of himself during their study session again. After nearly flunking out of college the year prior, she had made a point to get Lane the help he needed to earn his degree. Sadly, despite finding him the best possible tutor in Josh, he was still as spacey as ever.

Sliding his phone into his backpack begrudgingly, Lane set his head down on the notebook in front of him, his brain fried as his group surpassed the four-hour mark of their first of three cram study sessions this weekend. “Ugh! We’ve been going at this for hours,” he whined, fed up with reading lines of small text, “Ya know, this would take so much less time if you’d just let me-”

“For the last time, I’m not giving you my notes and that’s final,” scoffed Josh, not wanting to entertain the idea of committing academic dishonesty just to get Lane out of his hair. Frustrated by Lane’s frequent interruptions, he got up from his chair, deciding he needed to clear his head by getting some air, “I’m going to grab an energy drink from the vending machine. Do you guys want anything?”

Earning a pair of no’s from Lane and Ruby, Josh exited the room and buried his face in the crux of his elbow before letting out a muffled scream. “Oh, my Goddess! S-She was so close…” he thought, raising a tender hand to the spot on his shoulder that Ruby had punched. Lane may have been a lot to put up with but it would all be worth it if he could land Ruby by the end of the school year. Shaking off his momentary euphoria, he quickly sped-walked down the dimly lit hallway, securing himself an energy drink before briskly returning to his group's private study room.

*SNOOOOOOOOOORE!*

Upon re-entering the room, Josh’s shoulders slumped as he listened to the pair of besties snoring away as they lay against their unfinished workbooks. Sighing dejectedly, he decided to be merciful for Ruby’s sake, softly resting a blanket across her shoulders before grabbing a seat and digging back into his studies. He may have been tutoring Lane and Ruby but he still had his own grades to worry about. 

*DONG! DONG! DONG!*

Off in the distance, Josh listened to the campus clock towers booming chimes, alerting him to the fact that the day was about to roll over. He sat back in his chair and rubbed his tired eyes, determined to get in at least one more good hour to study time. However, as his fist dug into his droopy eyelids, he failed to notice the window beginning to crack open, accompanied by a gentle wind that carried with it a glittery sheen. A sheen that began to swirl in place, creating a vortex in the corner of the study room.

Alerted by the sudden cacophony of noise, Josh jumped to his feet and backed away as the shimmering tornado sent loose papers flying all around. To his surprise, both Ruby and Lane remained in their peaceful slumbers despite the noisy ruckus.

“Hello, my child. I heard the sweet voice of a little girl calling out to me. And so, here I am,” said a very high-pitched, feminine voice, projecting itself from the center of the vortex. As the wind began to subside, the vortex dissipated, revealing a gorgeous, middle-aged woman with bright red hair and a ball gown that occupied nearly a quarter of the room’s standing space, “Fear not, your Fairy Godmother is here to make your grandest dreams come true.”

Shrinking down against the wall until his butt was parked against the study room floor, Josh was at a loss for words as he stared blankly up at the mysterious, mystical woman that stood before him. He slowly pushed himself back up on shaky legs and began inching his way toward the door as if he could move slow enough to go undetected by whoever this magical girl was. While he didn’t exactly want to leave Ruby in the hands of this woman, he was nowhere near brave enough to risk his own neck for a girl he only had a crush on.

Unfortunately, just as Josh was about to grab onto the door handle, his body froze with the Fairy Godmother pointing her wand directly at him. Flicking her wand, she forced Josh to turn and approach her, controlling each of his limbs effortlessly. “Now, where do you think you’re running off to, my child? You don’t want to miss your big debut,” she cooed, believing she knew every desire that laid dormant in Josh’s head.

“Listen, I don’t know who the fuck you are, lady, and I don’t care! If you really want to make my dreams come true or whatever, then you’ll leave right now and never come back!” shouted Josh, his fear and annoyance over being ripped away from his studies yet again causing a brief outburst.

Sadly, when it came to outbursts, the Fairy Godmother had a zero-tolerance policy. “Well, this attitude of yours just won’t do. Don’t worry, your Fairy Godmother is here to help put an end to those pesky, hypermasculine feelings,” she said, snapping her fingers and causing a binky to magically appear in his mouth before he could say another word.

“MMMMMMMH! W-WUH?!” muttered Josh, who practically went cross-eyed trying to see what this magical woman had done to him. Sure enough, there was a white paci guard with bright pink accents hanging from his mouth. He instantly moved to spit it out but was flabbergasted when he found that the rubber bulb managed to evade any attempt to push it out from between his lips. Sadly, his transformation was far from over.

Looking satisfied with herself, the Godmother started to wave her wand in small circles, producing a plethora of fairy dust in the process. That fairy dust wafted throughout the study room, compiling around Josh’s feet. He looked down, terrified, and tried to move for the door in hopes of escaping before the situation developed into something far worse. Tragically, he found himself unable to move his legs due to the strength of the Fairy Godmother’s magic.

“Try to relax, my dear. I promise you’ll feel much less aggression soon enough,” said the Godmother, giggling as she continued to spin a glittery web around Josh’s body. Starting from his feet and gradually rising up his slender legs, the shoes around Josh’s feet began to transform in both color and texture, softening the soles and altering the color until they were pastel pink, “Adorable! I’ll bet those booties are much more comfortable.”

In Josh’s eyes, this was utter madness. It should be impossible to transform a person's clothing with a flick of a wand. And yet, it was hard to deny what he was seeing with his own eyes. Traveling up his legs, he watched in horror as his jeans split along the middle of his thighs. The severed pant legs latched onto his legs, hugging them as the material shifted into thin, stocking material.

Meanwhile, the top half of Josh’s pants, along with his underwear, began to bunch up around his junk. Regrettably, it was a far more pleasurable sensation than he wanted to admit as the softening fabric of his undies and scratchy jeans produced a small tent, much to his dismay.

The Fairy Godmother, on the other hand, was beyond ecstatic to spot this development. “See? I knew you’d start enjoying yourself once the diaper appeared,” she said, humming a merry tune as her sparkling dust continued to encircle her hapless victim.

“D-Diapew?!” shrieked Josh as the color drained from his pants, leaving them as pure white as his tighty-whities. Having already smoothed out the rough jean material, it took little time for them to finish their transformation into the crinkly outer plastic of his new diaper. Underneath, his underwear became much thinner, turning into the diaper’s mesh lining before he could blink. From there, he watched with widening eyes as the diaper slowly expanded outward, forcing his legs apart and rounding out until it had formed the biggest nappy he had ever laid eyes on. To his dismay, this only increased the softness and coziness that surrounded his privates, amplifying his reluctant arousal.

Clapping her hands together, the Fairy Godmother was quite pleased with herself in spite of Josh’s less-than-ecstatic expression. “You’ll love this next part! I consider myself quite the wardrobe specialist,” she said as her magical vortex engulfed Josh’s torso, targeting his button-up shirt. One by one, each of the buttons lining his chest and stomach fell to the floor as the two halves of his shirt merged together before stretching down and wrapping around his padded bottom, forming a form-fitting onesie. As a finishing touch, a pair of lace frills flared out around his hips and bottom as his outfit shifted in color from white to pastel pink, making it match his booties.

At last, Josh’s ensemble was complete. As the swirling tornado of glitter settled to the floor and disappeared, he felt whatever was locking his body in place vanish as well, allowing him to move. While only a minute prior, he would’ve bolted toward the exit with his newfound freedom, now that he had fully undergone his wardrobe transformation, he instead used his regained mobility to stomp up to the Fairy Godmother with red in his eyes. “I…you...GAH!” he screamed, failing to find the exact words to express his anger, especially with the pacifier in the way.

Unfortunately, the Fairy Godmother was more than happy to fill in the blanks of Josh’s stuttered speech. “No need to thank me, child. I know you’re a little overwhelmed right now but trust me when I say you may just be the cutest mortal I’ve come into contact with,” she said, sending him into a frustrated temper tantrum as he furiously tried to remove any article of his infantile ensemble. Sadly, he couldn’t even pry the binky from his mouth, much less remove any of the other sissy paraphernalia.

Witnessing his tantrum, the Godmother could only shake her head. “Still resisting your heart’s inner desires, I see. Don’t worry, I can help with that too,” she said, stepping forward and raising her wand to Josh’s forehead. Before he knew what was happening, she tapped him on the forehead, causing him to freeze in place instantly.

*GUUUUUUUUURRRRRRGGGGLE!!!*

In the blink of an eye, Josh’s mind emptied itself of all the knowledge he had worked so hard to gain from primary school all the way through college. That knowledge snaked his way through his body, passing from his head to his bowels in one fluid motion. There was only one thing left to do.

*BLOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRT!!!*

As the back of Josh’s diaper expanded, so too did the dopey smile on his face. What was he so worried about, again? The only thing he remembered was feeling an impossible tightness in his belly. Thankfully, the easiest way to fix that was to push as hard as he could, which he was more than happy to do. Once his messing finally came to an end, he plopped down onto the floor, merrily smushing the mushy contents of his diaper in the process. With a jolly, unashamed smile, he reached forward and grabbed onto his feet, giggling as he wiggled his fingers between his toes.

“Aww, isn’t that so much better, my child?’ said the Godmother, ruffling Josh’s hair as she made her way back to the window, “Sadly, while I’d love to stay and fawn over you, I must be off to my next assignment. Farewell, my child, and enjoy your new life.” As a finishing touch, she waved her wand over Josh’s head and showered him with glitter, magically making him irresistible to anyone with a caregiver’s heart. With her work now finished, she snapped her fingers and vanished into a ball of light before zooming out the window, leaving behind a trail of sparkles and a brand new sissy for his friends to find when they woke up.

TO BE CONTINUED…

PART 2 (COMING SOON) PART 3 (COMING SOON)

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