Three Short Twitter Smuts

I wrote these as creative exercises over the past week or so. They're a bit odd to read outside of Twitter since I had to work around the character limit of each paragraph, but I wanted to share them here for my patrons to enjoy!

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Portals

When your mommy told you she could do magic, you got excited. A witch for a mommy could do endless things - But she had to clarify quickly that she could only do one spell. It almost seemed a disappointment, until she told you what she could do.

Your mommy was a Telemancer. She could summon portals, from anywhere, to anywhere.  At first, you only considered the obvious - you could go anywhere in the world together!  She took you to the bedroom, and with your consent, showed you what it could really do.

You'd dabbled with chastity before. When Mommy wrapped a portal around your parts and they seemed to vanish, though, it was so much more than any cage could be - You were totally locked away from any sensation down there, until she closed the portal and brought them back.

That was only the start, though. Mommy wrapped you up in a fluffy, clean diaper, and when you tried to adjust the tapes, your hands slipped into portals before they could come into contact with your diaper. Try as you might, even adjusting the diaper was impossible.

Mommy used the trick on your hands a lot. If you reached for something that 'wasn't for babies', you'd find yourself reaching into a pocket of air miles away. Sometimes she'd make it so you could grab a pacifier or a  rattle on the other side, instead of what you wanted.

She made you wonderfully helpless. You couldn't change your own diapers, or even dress yourself if she didn't allow it, you couldn't touch yourself no matter how desperate her words made you, filling you up with the desire to just hump something and relieve the frustration.

It was a real treat, but she saved one trick for later. After weeks of letting your frustration build, she dressed you up in your favorite outfit and took you into your nursery, gently teasing you for being so helpless.

While you were on the ground, looking up at her, you felt a warm pressure in the back of your diaper as it began to fill up with mush.  You weren't trying to go, and at first you were confused, wondering if you'd had an accident without realizing - but then it made sense.

Your mommy was messing your diaper. Wetting it, too - She smirked and pushed a little, filling up your diaper through a couple portals, but if anyone had been watching they'd have only seen how you packed your diaper without even realizing it was happening.

She bent down to kiss you on your cheek, and whispered a promise in your ear - that she would never need to use the toilet again, because your diapers were so much more convenient. You squirmed in your newly full diapers, and all you could do was beg to have your parts back. 

Feeling generous, Mommy gave you what you asked for, moving the portal so that your own parts were inches from your lips. Your next move was obvious. She'd been using your mouth for pleasure for as long as you'd been sealed away, teaching you, making sure you had practice.

You moaned as your lips touched yourself, and wriggling your hips, you rocked in your full diaper and brought yourself to climax under Mommy's watchful eye. Only once, though, and then Mommy sealed you away again.

"There's my good baby," she said, giving you a kiss on the forehead, even as you groaned in frustration, wishing you'd had more time for pleasure.  It was okay, though. She'd let you taste yourself again, someday. If you asked directly, she'd even let you do it now - Because Mommy always loved to give you what you wanted. Anything you could think of to do with her power, and she'd be delighted to give it.  But, for this, you wanted her to decide.

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Reverse Hypnosis

ABDL hypnosis triggers that your dom can use to turn you into a babbling baby puddle are fun, but here's a thought: Reverse triggers.   Instead of a word that someone can say to you, to make you regress or fill your pants, it's a word that *you* have to say.

But here's the catch: Once the hypnosis is set in, you forget what all the trigger words are.  Some choices are clear. Any time you say, "I'm not a baby", you'll find yourself sucking your thumb seconds later without knowing why, but it certainly disproves what you just said.

If your hypnotist is particularly mean, they could make it so that saying, "I need to use the bathroom" makes you lose control instantly. To observers, you'd have just waited too long and lost the ability to hold it - and you wouldn't even know any different.

Combining this with a bit of sensory play could be particularly humiliating. If you say, "I don't need a change", and that makes you fill your diapers, that's all well and good...

But if it also makes you noseblind and numb in the butt area, you'll be left wondering why everyone is looking at you and wrinkling their noses.

And, of course, then your caretaker will have to check you, tell you you've had an accident, and break the spell. Which sounds wonderfully little to me.  If you could hypnotize yourself with a reverse trigger, what would it be?

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Hazing

You didn't think much about sororities when you were looking for a college to go to. You wanted to study and learn, not party it up - but your parents were insistent.   "It's good for connections," they said. "It really benefited us."  So, you joined one.

You knew there might be a little hazing, but this... this was different. Your new sorority sisters took one look at your instagram and decided you had an ego that needed to be taken down a few pegs - You couldn't be putting yourself above your senior sisters, could you?

When they told you that you had to wear diapers for your whole first semester, you thought they were joking.   When they told you that only your sorority sisters could change you, you realized they were deadly serious.   'To remind you who's in charge', they explained.

That wasn't even close to the worst part.  Since you had to rely on their goodwill to get a clean diaper, they could make you do other things, too. When your diaper was full and you just wanted to go to bed without stinking up your dorm, you would agree to almost anything.

On party nights, you were stripped down to your underwear and made to mix drinks, run errands, and generally do all the boring hosting stuff in just a bra and a diaper, knowing that if you didn't, you might be trapped in the same smelly diaper for days on end.

And that still wasn't the worst of it.  Because, when you signed up, they got access to your instagram, and the whole purpose of this was to make you more humble, wasn't it?

So, with every diaper change, there came a humiliating selfie and a caption 'thanking' your sisters for their willingness to put up with your smelly diapers.   

The semester ends in two weeks, and you can't wait to go home. Only, after using your diapers for so long...

You're not so sure you remember how to use the potty anymore.