Beginner's Luck

"Wait, you said hypnosis? Like, with swirly eyes and 'you are getting sleeeepppyy' and pendulums and shit?"

Sophie's tone was bantering, but the curiosity in her eyes assured Carter that it was no mere joke. "Um, yeah?" he admitted, shifting awkwardly under the sheets and propping himself up on one naked elbow. "I mean, it's not exactly like that. People like to pretend that hypnosis is all kinds of weird stuff. But this is just audio you listen to. It's more like… I dunno. Affirmations, I guess?"

"Affirmations to do what? To make you piss your pants?" Sophie's dark eyes were laughing, and Carter shrugged self-consciously. "I mean, anything you want, I suppose…" "Which for you would definitely be pissing your pants. Or rather, your diaper…" A smile was creeping into her voice as she reached over and stroked his cheek affectionately. "Ooh, was my little boyfwiend twying to have accidents in his pansties? In his wittle baby pampers?"

He was blushing for real now as he shook his head vehemently. "Hey, I told  you I'm not into that baby stuff! The diapers are just about- you know, control. And being… embarrassed…" He brushed back his messy hair and sank back onto the pillow with a sigh. "Anyway, not that hypnosis files work. Believe me, there was a time I tried. But honestly, they're just a bunch of baloney. Didn't do a damn thing, no matter how many times I listened to them…"

His girlfriend's gaze was growing thoughtful now – and speculative. "Really? But surely they must work on some people, right? Why else would they make them?" She eased over in bed to press her curvaceous, half-naked form against his. "Maybe it's like Jedi mind control – it only works on the weak-minded." She giggled suddenly. "I really wonder if they'd do anything to me. Hey, you don't still have those files around somewhere, do you?"

"Well… maybe? I can check…" He began, then paused with furrowed brow. "But hang on, Sophie. Would you really want to end up peeing your pants or something? You're not exactly into, you know, the same kind of things I-" "Oh, hush, you!" she grinned, laying a teasing finger on her boyfriend's lips. "Yeah, maybe I'm not as into diapers as you are. But I never said I didn't want to experiment a little, did I? Besides, you said yourself that hypnosis is a bunch of baloney! Lemme have a bit of fun, okay?"

He sighed and gave a grudging smile, followed by a warm kiss on her lips. "Hey, it's your funeral, honey! Just don't blame me when you end up wasting your time listening to the same silly files for hours on end…"

***

Hours on end was right. Because if there was one thing Sophie did when trying something new, it was to go all-in.

She was humming to herself now as she washed the dishes in their little kitchen, a good two weeks after that first conversation in bed with Carter. Over her ears rested the large, noise-cancelling headphones, blotting out all traces of the clinking silverware and swishing water. And into her mind trickled the same soothing, repetitive audio she'd been hearing now for days on end. Audio that, if the advertisement was to be believed, would have a most shocking and undeniable effect on her…

She grinned softly to herself at the thought. Oh, Carter! How dorky and weird and endearingly sweet he was. How oddly kinky with his diaper fetish, and how embarrassed and sweet he'd been in trying to explain it to her. He really got off on this stuff, she mused as the soft whispers urging her to let go, and relax, and let all her tension and stress and worries trickle away sounded in her ears. And the longer she thought about it, she supposed, it really was coming to make more and more sense.

The idea of losing control over your limbs, or your ability to speak, of course made sense. She knew about bondage; she enjoyed a fair bit of it herself. And so, it really wasn't all that different to get hot and bothered at the thought of being mind-controlled, was it? Or being forced to humiliate yourself… or having even more basic forms of control stripped away…

Whatever. She shrugged mentally and placed the freshly cleaned skillet onto the rack. This file was honestly pretty relaxing to listen to. She could – and did – put it on now anytime she had a spare moment. In the car on the way to work. While doing household chores. In the background as she chilled, waiting for Carter to wrap up his gaming session with his friends.

After all, she might as well give it a really good shot, right?

***

"Sophie. Sophie! Babe, wake up- I think you need to wake up-"

Whaa? Sophie struggled slowly to the surface of sleep, blinking at the grey light of morning and wondering why on earth Carter was telling her so urgently to wake up. It couldn't be more than seven. Why- what- Was something wrong-

And then she felt it: the cool dampness beneath her. The sensation of wet cloth against her skin, saturated cotton clinging to her bare thighs. Something was very wrong indeed.

She rose on one elbow, rubbing her eyes, reaching down to tug at the covers. But Carter was already there, his hand closing on hers in a gesture of apologetic affection. "Babe, I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry- I really didn't think-"

"It- I- Did I-" She stared down, blinking, as the covers slid back to reveal the truth. There she lay: atop a massive patch of saturated cotton, with her own hips placed squarely in the epicenter. Hips clad, it must be said, in a visibly soaked pair of lavender pajama bottoms.

And yet the first words out of her mouth were not of dismay, or of anger toward Carter, or even of self-loathing. "It… it actually worked. It worked…" Her fingers were slipping down, touching gingerly at the damp fabric, prodding the bed as if to verify the truth of what she was seeing. "I really wet the bed! Just like the file said!"

"I- I'm so sorry-" Carter was spluttering. "I shouldn't have ever- Though maybe it's just a coincidence-" "I wet the bed," Sophie repeated wonderingly, not heeding her boyfriend's profuse apologies. "I actually. Wet the bed. I'm a- a bedwetter." She turned her wide-eyed gaze up to Carter. "It… actually worked!" The full implications of what had just happened came crashing down upon her in a flood of blood-tingling thoughts. Oh my god- Those files, they actually controlled my brain! They made me do this- made me piss myself without even realizing… took control and forced me to humiliate myself…

And then, amid the welter of sordid emotion suddenly flooding her brain, she noticed a telltale sign – a dead giveaway. One that she quickly verified… with a quick hand to Carter's crotch.

"Oh my god- Carter, you're- so hard-" He flushed, his face a maze of shame and apologies and arousal. "I- I'm so sorry, Sophie! I really am. It's just- you're so hot like that. Just like I've always dreamed I would be…" Her fingers were already tugging at his pajama bottoms, his boxers – and then there his cock stood before her, harder and more erect than she'd ever seen before.

"I- I'm really sorry-" "Shut up," she murmured lovingly, kicking the covers back and fumbling with her own pajamas. "Just shut up and fuck me, okay? Tell me what you're gonna do to a pissy, dirty girl like me…" She was panting out the words now, eyes bright with arousal and cheeks visibly flushing. "Tell me what a nasty, pathetic little bedwetter I am, lying her in my own piss. Tell me how you're gonna humiliate me, make me wear some of your-"

"Diapers!" That last word gasped out in delighted arousal. For Carter, needing no invitation, had slipped down atop her with a guttural moan, burying his aching cock deep within her wet folds.

As for the rest of their morning… well, perhaps that is best left to the reader's imagination. Though it must be noted that after the moans and cries of delight had subsided and the tousled couple staggered out of bed, Carter got busy at once stripping the bed of its soiled sheets. And with a half-envious, half exhilarated expression, he could be seen shaking his head in wonder… murmuring something about beginner's luck.