A Novelty Item

"Why on earth did you buy that!?" Polly asked, bewildered.

"It looked... unique... And besides, it was a quid, so why the hell not?" I blushed slightly. In hindsight, it was kind of an odd thing to pick up, but I liked amusing her.

"You were supposed to buy actual antiques, remember?"

"Yeah, well, I can probably sell it for more than that, even if it's not technically old."

"I'm actually certain that you were the only person out there to even give it a second look. How much did they ask for it?"

"A quid?" 

Polly laughed loudly at that. "Of course."  

"I agree, it's a bargain, exactly." I mused, "Anyway, aren't we looking for bargains?"

"Yes, but you know it only works if the seller under-values the thing you buy in the first place."

She had a compelling point. "The old woman there said it had been cursed, so it could have some value." My partner made a deliberate effort to scoff excessively, but I continued, feeling more and more silly. "She said her sister or someone used it to punish delinquents at St. Peters."

"Oh honey..." she cooed, "For the last time, St. Peters is not a school for secret witches."

"You don't know that!"

Status Update (2019)

Hey!

I'm trying to write more, but I figured if I wanted to do that properly I should have a "proper" pseudo-name. So call me Bella Green (which actually is a little closer to the truth).

I'm also re-writing my old stuff, because, like with most things in life, looking at the past is a deeply unformfortable exercise, and I don't want to be associated with it.

But, at the end of the day, I'm writing outrageously over the top smut, so maybe it's okay to cringe a little.

It's also worth mentioning that these are written as erotica, so, if there is a good story buried in there, it's purely by accident.

I appreciate everyone who reads and enjoys my work, so...

Thanks!

EDIT: Old stories will be back! I just need to clean them up.

Just To Be Nice

Emma crept past the lounge - past where her parents were chatting with the new "house sitter" (who is literally just a babysitter) - into the hallway, spying the large pad of paper, detailing the instructions for the new girl. Emma smiled to herself, realizing that her plan was gong much better than she expected it to. She'd finally get revenge on her parents, and a babysitter, for thinking they need to look after a recently turned eighteen year old. They'd been babying her for years unnecessarily, which ironically inspired this idea.

She picked up the pad - which confirmed her suspicions that her parents wanted this girl to spy on her - along with a pen, and made sure to add one small addition to the requests list: 'Emma is going through a little rough patch with her hormones at the moment, and it's caused a bit of night time incontinence. It's not a huge deal, but she gets very upset around bedtime because she has to wear some protection. I know it's a lot to ask, but if you could pretend to have that problem as well, it would really mean a lot to her. We've laid out some clothes for you in the spare bedroom that you can use to pretend with. Thanks again!'

Ironing Duties

"Have you lost yet?" Alice's voice was muffled through the walls, but I still caught her tone. I felt myself blushing, pressing the iron hard over a stubborn crease on my shirt.

"You know, I would have finished by now." she added, peeking her head around the door frame to stick her tongue out at me. I didn't look up. The pressure in my bladder was making it even harder to do this damn housework, and my almost involuntary potty dance wasn't making things any easier.

It didn't take long before I found it all a little too overwhelming, and my bladder burst just for a moment, staining the pure white padding of the diaper with a splash of warm yellow. My sudden pause must have given me away, if the spot didn't.

"I totally called it." she mused. "Now, carry on. I meant what I said: You'll only be changing when its done... except, because you pissed yourself, it'll be into another diaper." I groaned, continuing my little shuffle, damning the folds in our clothes that made this take so long. The soft crinkling of the diaper only added to my blush.

"You know, this is the most productive I've ever seen you... I might just hold onto your room key, and the bathroom key, for a little longer." Alice smirked at me as she left the room, laughing. I'd get her back, one day!

Cultural Differences

There were days where I regretted moving from the UK, but the promise of a city built on feminist ideals was too much to pass up on. It's difficult being the only female Electrician in town, and so I was delighted to discover that I'd be surrounded by female workers once I started my new job abroad.

Unfortunately, on my first day there, I was starting to wonder if things were a little strange out here.

Bridesmaids

As I watched the two other bridesmaids climbing the stairs, clearly oblivious to the fact that they were both wearing thick diapers, I couldn't help but giggle smugly to myself. Those idiots had the audacity to make me wet myself on my first night staying with them at the apartment we've been renting for my friend’s wedding, and today, at one of the most expensive restaurants in the state, I will be pulling off the final stage of my payback.

A blackhat hypnotist is almost too easy to find. It should be a crime, really. Through a contact I met online, not only have I convinced these two bimbos to buy and wear diapers, but I've made them convince themselves that what they are putting on is their most sexy underwear imaginable. Effectively, they have no idea that they look like giant babies.

To make it even better, as soon as we sit down for the meal I’m going to hit them with my trigger phrase, "Do you need a change?" which will lift the fog in their minds and allow the gravity of their situation to sink in. It was similar to the taunts that both of them had been parroting at every opportunity.

That was going to be it, but my online accomplice encouraged me to go further. So, not only will they freak out in the middle of a wedding formal, but at the exact same moment, they will find themselves helplessly pissing themselves. Let’s see if they'll tease me after that.

“Hey!” I called upstairs, making one final adjustment of my own black dress in front of the mirror before taking another glance outside. “Our car is here.” 

...

We pulled up to a gorgeous country mansion, with acres of open grass forming a green ring around a large courtyard, tables under sun-shades dotted around, encircled by a line of large oak trees. It suddenly dawned on me just how many people would witness their accidents, and I began to doubt myself: This didn't look very funny anymore. I think I've taken it a little too far… I suppose, I can always just avoid triggering them and apart from some strange looks, they’ll be none the wiser.

I mean, I don’t want to ruin the wedding. No: As I stepped out of the car, I made myself promise that, however bad they were, I would not make it worse.

The weather was gorgeous today, and the girls were actually being nice. This is definitely the right choice. To be truly honest, as they began walking ahead of me, I was actually quite relieved when I realised that I couldn't even tell that they were wearing diapers.

...

It had been four lovely hours, with wine, great food, interesting people and a fantastic band. I'd found myself talking with Grace, a friend of the bride, about her trip to Morocco.  Behind her, someone I didn't recognise was holding a baby.

"Aren't you the cutest! Yes you are, yes you arrrreeee." I did a quick scan around the gazebo, making sure my hypnotised roommates weren't in earshot. I'd been worried that they could be accidentally triggered. I really shouldn't have used such a common phrase. Thankfully, they were not around.

"Oh, haha, you're going potty. You didn't even wait for me to put you down, did you. No you didn't!"

I felt myself tense up. I did another scan. I think I caught sight of one of them over the other side of the court. Good.

Suddenly:

"Do you need a change? Yes you doooo!" The words hit my ears and for a split second I laughed at the sheer coincidence of it. The next split second I spent panicking. I felt something seem to inflate between my legs. Like a balloon, or a fucking diaper!

 

A wave of intense vertigo smashed into me like a freight train. My vision began to spin, my hand grasping at my crotch as I felt soft, hot plastic with thick padding underneath. I was sweating suddenly, completely passive as my bladder got a mind of its own. I was suddenly peeing, without hesitation, in front of all of these people... I could feel myself letting go, and I could even feel it spreading around inside. My fingertips caught the diaper expand and sagging as it grew hotter.
No…. I stared down at myself, realizing that I’d somehow done this... I'd been here for four hours... It must have been the online hypnotist. She told me later that my roommates never wore diapers once, and I imagined them in padding. Apparently I confessed to the girls that I had a bladder issue and that's why they stopped the teasing. It's also why they ignored my massive fucking diaper, as did everyone else here. 

Everyone else at the event knew about my "condition"... Fuck.
 

Misfire

I'd literally just put Sarah to bed when I heard the door go. Her antisocial-to-say-the-least big sister slammed into the hallway, predictably drunk and more than likely dragging an equally intoxicated one night stand in behind her. I'd met more of them than I ever wanted to. It's also the only plausible reason why she'd be stumbling into the hallway so early.

I heard a new voice - wait, is that a girl?

I sighed quietly, looking down at the carpet inches below my face. One of Sarah's favorite cuddly toys was just out of reach, thrown deep under Kate's enormous bed during six pm "Toy Hide and Seek" play.

I need to get out of Kate's bedroom ASAP. She is a drunk college dropout spending every waking moment either drinking, fucking or complaining, and she'd be pissed that I even stepped into her palace. When I thought about what she'd soon be doing, I looked sorrowfully down at the bunny wabbit. Oh the things you're about to hear.

"I'll come back for you, Mrs. Snuggles, hold tight." I whispered, giving the little bunny a quick salute, before reverse-crawling slash shimmying my way out from under the enormous bed as fast as I could.

I had been able to get to Mrs.Snuggles twin brother out, at least. He was called Bob.

I was almost free when I felt a small tug under my left armpit. The fairy wings I was wearing - from five pm dress up - caught on the bed panel. I groaned. Wonderful.