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Awrrr…big bro is such a tease. 

Shane was frankly shocked at how quickly his niece had taken to humiliating a diaper, yes, bitch like himself.

He'd known about her OnlyFans account for a year, after his wife told him about it after his niece Kaylie had confided in her. The 25-year-old daughter of his sister, Kaylie had always been a bit of a wild child, bounced between jobs, and was now trying her hand at OnlyFans.

He swore he wouldn't check it out. Swore! That would be too fucked up, even for someone like himself, a first-class pervert who only ejaculated in pissy or poop-filled Pampers, and had subjected himself to every form of humiliation known to man.

But of course a sissy can't hold out forever. So one night he took a peek. Pretty standard stuff. Pay her some bucks and she'd show her ass, pussy or tits. Great for regular men, not so great for him. Well, that and the whole niece part.

A few months later he looked again and she'd added "dick pic ratings." Hmmm. She send she'd rate your dick "but be warned if it's a shrimp dick I will laugh." Someone must have taught her some kinky tricks of the trade. Still, he resisted. That would be crossing a line, right? Send his one-inch dick pic to his niece to be mocked?

Fast-forward even more months later. And the sissy--married, living a normal man's life--had fallen into the clutches of a dominant daddy. A dominant daddy who had slowly and surely worked his way into the sissy's brain, tormenting him, humiliating him and eventually convincing Shane to send him his full name and address, and face pics of him in his Pampers. Oh-oh. Exposure? Not quite yet. But the threat hovered.

Eventually in their chats Shane revealed his niece's OnlyFans, which delighted the daddy. Weeks later his daddy wrote and said he'd been chatting with Kaylie and lo and behold had worked with her on talking to adult babies and sissy fags. "And your niece has really taken to it. She's seen how lucrative it can be humiliating Pampers pussies."

Next? You can guess. Daddy had Shane writing to his niece on OnlyFans. Submitting to her as a diaper fairy. His niece loved humiliating the sissy she knew as "Sissy Shanna." Whoa, bit too close to his real name but daddy insisted on Shane using that name.

She made him pose. Made him prance around public in diapers. Made him write humiliating phrases on his Pampers. Like Diaper Bitch. Made him cum in his diapers and eat it and eat it he did. He always told daddy about the convos.

Then, the next step.

"Okay, sissy. Time for Kaylie to get a face pic."

Nooooooo. Noooooo, daddy. Shane begged and begged. Daddy relented. "Tell youu what. You don't have to send it to her. I will."

And so daddy did. Sent Kaylie a pic of Shane in a poopy diaper. Sucking a pacifier. Wearing a pink bonnet and a bib that read "Sissy Cocksucker." Tears coming down his face added a nice touch.

Kaylie got the pic. And 30 seconds later Shane got a text from her.

That would be the end of his old manly life. Soon enough everyone in his life would know the real him. He'd be thrown out by his wife. Disowned. Fired. "But it's okay," daddy said. "You'll come live with me and my wife. She hates men and wants them all to be sissy diaper fags and I love sissy fags so you'll have a loving home. And hey, maybe we'll keep having Kaylie help with your training."

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The only birthday event I want next year is to wake up with my whole room changed into a nursery while I was asleep, my clothes now babyish my underwear now thick diapers, and my electronics still there (please). I'd love to be a big baby who still has their electronics cause if my friends Online

Changes Happen All The Time. You're Just Aren't Aware Of It

"Here's a long transformation story to keep up with my debt." - Uncle Lee

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Finally, graduation. Ron and Paul had finally finished college and it was time for the childhood friends to come back to their home town. The two were unseparable every since childhood. Until they were college, they both went to the same university, taking the same course, living in the same dorm room.

On this day, it's was time to bring all their stuff back home. Paul is already done with his, with Ron driving him back and forth, so this time, it was Paul's time to help Ron bring all his stuff back.

"Eyes on the road, man. I swear you're going off the road" Paul tapped his buddy as he continue fidgeting with his phone.

Paul is your averarage college senior. Although wanting to build muscles, his studies get in the way, making him stay on an average build. Not too skinny, yet not that fat. Although his studies matter so much, he never backs down from adventures especially when it's with Ron.

"Yeah, well. We're basically in a deserted area. No cars, no buildings, and frankly, I don't think I'll hit something either way." Ron argued, still listening to Paul and makes sure the van is on he right lane.

Ron on the other hand can be mistaken for a stereotypical jock bro if only he's not known for being one of the top notchers in the university, and also maybe because of his rectangular glasses. He is lean with muscle and he lives showing off both his brain and brawn. He has an average amount of body hair on his face, chest, arms, and legs, which most of the time were kept trimmed.

Both had been long good friend despite differences especially with preferences. A very inseparable pair.

"I'm honestly kinda thirsty. Think we can find some place to buy drinks around here?" Ron followed, eyeing for any buildings in the horizon.

"I bet not." Paul answered. "I can find you some water from the back if you want."

"Naw.. We already drank them all. Thought we only had two of our own bottles." Ron replied.

"Alright, let's see..." Paul went to his map app and scanned for any shop the map app, and sure enough one suddenly appeared.

Paul could've sworn that wasn't there before, but eh, it's probably just because we didn't zoom in enough.

"Here's one, just a few more kilometers away." Paul showed Ron.

Ron drove to the location of the said shop and lo and behold, there was one shop just along the road in the middle of nowhere.

They parked on the edge of the road in front of the shop, turned the van off and went out together. As Paul checked the condition of their van, Ron walked near the store.

"Hey, I'll go ask for some water. You can wait for me out here" Paul said.

"Yeah, sure. I'll just check if we're still good here." Ron replied, tapping on the van's hot wheels.

As Paul walked near the shop, he started to feel all tingly and weird. As if he's entering a separate dimension of some sort through a force field. A large sign is placed just above the wooden door.

"The Shift Shop" Paul read.

Without anymore hesitation, Paul proceeds and marvelled at the view of the inside.

Through he wooden door, it wasn't like anything from the outside. It felt like one of the shops you see in your favorite fantasy movies. There were areas with sparkling contraptions, a flying phoenix roaming the store, small fireworks exploding in different colors, it all looked magical.

Paul closed the door and proceeded deeper. It may seem magical, but there were shelves displaying products as if it's Walmart. Paul saw food, hygiene products, electronics, dairy, snacks, and anything you may imagine. There was even an area for clothes and accessories. Paul was too much in awe that he forgot what he came in for.

Soon, he reached the counter. A bell on top of it rang automatically to acknowledge his presence and to notify the owner that a visitor had come by, almost too automatic to look like it has a life of its own.

"Just a moment!" Paul heard a deep voice coming from behind the curtain across the other side of the counter, although he swear the voice spoke of a different language, probably Korean, yet somehow he understood it automatically.

The bell rang again, rushing the man to come out as soon as possible. "Told you, Bell, to wait for a moment! I'm... you know what nevermind." The man spoke again and Paul confirmed it was Korean, yet he understood.

The man finally walked out of the curtain, and Paul gasped at the fair skinned Asian hunk wearing a thick-framed glasses. He was topless with a messy wet hair, wearing only a long beige dress pants, buckled with a black belt.

"Apologies, but my bell is always so eager to have me come and greet my visitors. I just finished taking a bath and, yeah I guess it's evident." The man spoke, this time in English. As he finish speaking, he wears the white plain shirt he was holding, "Welcome to the Shift Shop. I'm guessing this is your first time?"

"Y-Yeah. It's honestly... amazing here." Paul managed to mutter.

"Thanks, that's centuries of good work." The man chuckled, "I'm the owner of the shop, Timotheo Lee, or you can just call me Uncle Lee."

"Uncle?" Paul chuckled. The man does not look like he's old enough to be his uncle, nor be anyone's uncle anyway. He seem to be just around 25, and those youthful muscle and smooth skin did all the talking. "Is that a pen name or something?"

"Oh, I'm not kidding about the century thing. I'm older than what you think." Uncle Lee smirked.

"Really?" Paul didn't bother lengthening the discussion about his age. The shop itself already seemed so unreal. The man could even be a older than how many centuries he guess. Instead, his eyes roamed around the room.

Uncle Lee chuckled once more and moved closer to her customer. "Seems like you're looking for something, I mean you proceeded deeper into my shop. You're thirsty for something magical, aren't you?"

Paul laughed. "I'm honestly just 'thirsty' thirsty" He replied, "But something magical doesn't seem like a bad idea."

Uncle Lee tapped on his bell "Jules!" He called out and suddenly a short nerdy suited up staff appeared from thin air.

"S-Sir!" Jules replied, stuttering.

"Guide our new visitor to some areas he might fancy" Uncle Lee winked at Jules.

Jules seemed to almost melt just by his boss's wink. He made a soft 'aww' right after the man did so. "Y-Yes, sir!" Jules gave a salute and invited Paul to some part of the shop.

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Paul had roamed around longer than he expected. He tried a bunch of testers and witnessed different kinds of magic while in the store, all of which Jules let Paul try on him.

There were fruits that turn people older or younger. There were gadgets that help you fulfil your wishes. There were literally a lot to see, but soon enough Paul stopped by a certain product that catched his eyes.

"A jade necklace?" Paul asked.

"Oh, not just any jade necklace" Jules said in a deep rumbling voice. Throughout all the testing, Jules ended up with a body of a 40 year old body builder with dog ears and tails that matches his white hair. "It's the Necklace of Names."

"Necklace of Names?" Paul repeated.

"Necklace of Names" Jules repeated back. "It's supposed to make the wearer able to change whoever he calls in a different name, and the other person will never know the changes!" Jules exclaimed. "Let's have this for an example: I'm wearing the necklace and I called you by any name aside from your actual name, for instance, I called you 'gramps'. You'll turn into a grandpa version of yourself!" Jules explained. "Or if I call you by a name of a famous actor, or someone I know, that'll automatically change you to that person. It's honestly best if you an try it yourself."

Jules takes the necklace and brought it to Paul's hand.

"And the person I change won't notice a thing?" Paul asked for confirmation while looking at the green pendant the necklace has.

"They certainly wont and their mind and personality will also adapt," Jules answered. "And in most cases, reality also adjusts, but you still have to be careful".

"If it's magic, bet it has some sort of consequences once I started using this, no? I mean just like in the movies" Paul asked

Jules nodded "Exactly." He said, "But if you wanna try it on just like what you did to the other products, don't worry, we had the consequence feature turned off when it's just for testing. But for this specific bad boy..." Jules tapped on he necklace. "I honestly don't think you'll consider it a consequence. Bet you'll even like it. I can tell you what it is unless you like surprises."

"Surprises, huh." Paul looked at the necklce and back to Jules "Yeah, I'm up for surprises. I'll figure it out on my own"

"Great! So a keeper?" Jules smiled.

"A keeper."

Paul was convinced already and didn't even have to try it on Jules. They walked back to the counter and paid.

"Mhmm. The Necklace of Names." Uncle Lee sang. "You have a great taste." He looked at me and back at the necklace. "That would be a dollar."

A dollar? That's so cheap for this quality and he expected more. Paul brought his wallet from his pocket and pulled out 2 dollars and placed it on the counter.

"This shouldn't be just a dollar. It even looks expensive." Paul remarked.

"Oh, Paul. It's alright. It really is just a dollar." Uncle Lee nodded and adjusted his glasses. "This shop does not really run from profit. This exchange is merely just like signing a contract by barter." He continued. "I prefer to know you're enjoying the magic than earning money from the magic."

Paul stared at Uncle Lee and his eyes lit it.

"And you know, I choose my customers well. I know you'll do great with our items." Paul smiled.

"Thank you." Paul smiled by the compliment. He's starting to understand why Jules reacts all shy around him.

"Anyways, I'll keep the other dollar. You best be on your way to your trip, and you, Jules..." Uncle Lee trailed off, looking at the silver fox hunk Jules had turned into. "Let's come to the back. I have to do something with that thick ass of yours" He winked at Jules and then waved goodbye to Paul. "Take care, Paul."

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Paul left the store with a smile. He really had paid for the necklace with just a dollar. He decided to put it on and walked back to the van.

There was Ron, now holding 2 big bottles of water he got somewhere.

"Dude, where did you go? What took you so long?" Ron has his eyebrow furrowed, all while taking a drink from his water.

"Ah! Right. I forgot to buy-"

"Already did that, man. I was looking for you inside the store and you weren't there. Where did you go?" Ron asked again.

"I was inside the sh-" Paul turned back to look at the shop, but gasped at what he saw.

The shop was different now. Gone with the big signage and the wooden door. It turned into a regular off-the-road convenience store. Paul kept his mouth shut and looked back to Ron.

"Let's get back on the road. It's getting dark." Ron commanded and they both went back in the van.

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It has been a few minutes and they've finally reached a populated area, and Paul still couldn't stop thinking about what happened. It was obviously not any hallucination since the necklace he bought is still hanging on his neck. Nevertheless, he'd want to try the necklace out, but to whom?

"You're unusually quiet. What's up?" Ron snapped Paul back to reality. "We passed by a lot of interesting sights earlier and you didn't even reacted like how you would."

"Nothing. Just thinking." Paul excused.

"Whatever it is, I ain't the type to just let my buddy stay silent throughout the drive. Whatchu wanna do?" Ron asked.

"Nothing, really." Paul replied, "Don't worry about it."

"Naww. C'mon." Ron then chuckled. "You know I'm not that type to pretend like I ain't seeing you're out of your usual mood."

It's really hard for Ron to endure that, and as much as he can, he tends to joke around just to make Paul laugh. And as for Paul, those damn words. It always was what reminds him of things he can never let go.

Paul always had a big crush on his childhood friend. Although he never had trully opened up to Ron about it because of the fear of losing his friend. Because of that, he always had to push those thoughts away to preserve their friendship, yet it's really hard when your friend is all affectionate like this.

"You wanna jerk off?" Ron smirked.

"What? No! Where did that come from?" Paul jumped from his seat. His heart beating too fast.

"Come on~ My bestfriend just needs a little bit of release~" Ron teased. He was joking. Paul knows that. It always had been a joke. "I'll stroke that dick if I were you. It's just the two of us anyway."

"Oh, shut up, Ron!" Paul laughed.

"What? If you don't want to, I'll stroke it for you." Ron giggled, jokingly placing a hand on Paul's thigh, immitating some stereotypical dumb jock asking for some bro time with his buddy.

"Stop that, you horny dumb jock-" Paul eye's widened as he finish his sentence. He snapped his head back to Ron as Ron suddenly groaned.

The van started to slow down until they stopped on the side of the road. Paul's eyes widened as he realized what he had just done. Ron was changing. The necklace was doing its job.

"U-Urgh..." Ron groaned as he stretched his body, his hand still on Paul's thigh, which was now massaging it. "Fuck, bro..."

Bro. Ron was turning into a "Horny Dumb Jock" he just called him.

Ron's muscles started to morph itself, changing his build in one way or another. His body hair started to disappear to look like they're cleanly shaven away. Tattoos apeared around his body, and he can feel it. The muted pain of tattoo needles crawled around his body, but it wasn't really that painful to him. It was pleasurable. Ron started to move his other hand around his body, feeling every skin. Pinching his nipple through his t-shirt, then feeling his abs inside, then moving it to paw his growing hard on. All the while his other had was roaming around Paul's thigh. Ron's clothes started to change. His shirt darkened and shifted to a tanktop, loose enough to show his chest. His glasses disappeared, and a cap formed on his head. His eyebrows furrowed harder as his old memories gets replaced by new ones. He's a horny dumb jock. He spend all his day fucking, masturbating, and jocking out. All the knowledge of a top notcher disappeared. His memories with Paul did not disappear, though some parts like their dynamics, their hobbies together, changed. Soon enough, Ron finished changing, physically and mentally.

"Fuck, bro. I really..." The newly jockified Ron groaned. "I really need to bust one out. I..."

Paul was left speechless. He did it. He accidentally used the necklace on Ron. He doesn't know how to feel about this, but there he stared at his childhood friend-slash-crush.

Ron moved his hand back to his crotch, pawing at his hard on that seemed to have grown than its original size. His other hand, still on Paul's thigh, squeeze it.

Paul was turned on and don't know why. He noticed his cock also hard in his pants, and Ron, squeezing his thigh, is making it more arousing.

"I need to... urgh.... jerk off." Ron grunted, like it is very urgent for him to release. "C-Can I?" Ron looked at Paul.

They stared at each other. Paul felt his heart beat faster than ever. At some point Paul wants to join Ron, but he's trying all his best not to.

"R-Ron...nnie" Paul tried to call on Ron, but for some reason, he called him Ronnie. He never called him that, but it seems automatic.

It was the necklace's work. Each change also gives the other person a new name. This is to have it easy for the owner to turn the other person back to their original body. And for this instance, Ron had just turned into a horny jock named Ronnie.

"Y-Yeah, go on. I-I don't mind, R-Ronnie." Paul stuttered.

"Yeah... No homo, bro, alright?" Ronnie said while pulling down on his shorts, revealing his hard cock. "Fuck..."

Paul stared at Ronnie as he jerked off. Ronnie still carressing Paul's thigh as he do so. "Yeah... No homo..." Paul repeated, staring at Ronnie's cock.

It was his first time seeing Ronnie's cock after years. Although it seems like this version of Ron has a bigger dick than the original.

The van was filled with loud sensual moans. Paul watched Ronnie's pecs bounce as he stroke his cock. Ronnie looks so hot when his face contort everytime he finds his own pleasure spots. Soon enough, Ronnie was near.

"F-Fuck, bro. I'm gonna-" Ronnie stroke faster, and he gripped harder on Paul's thigh. "I'm gonna cum!"

Ronnie came loads of cum all over his shirt, some of them landing on his cap, almost making a big mess on his van.

"O-Oh... Shit.... That feels sooo good." Ronnie limps down, taking deep breaths as he chuckle and looked back to Paul. Ronnie removed his shirt and used it to wipe all his cum off his body and his cap, and Paul had a good look on his hunky body. Ronnie noticed and smirked.

"You seem like you're hard too, bro." Ronnie eyed Paul's cock, which Paul hid on cue. "Naw, bro. You know we can be this comfortable to each other." Ronnie smiled at him. "Want me to help you out?" He asked, moving one hand back to his knee, moving up to his thigh

Paul's eyes widened. "N-No. I'm alright, Ronnie."

"You sure? You can always say No Homo anyway?" Ronnie's face gave a mild frown. "I told you if anything to make my bro happy, I'll do it."

"I-It's fine."

"Aight, suit yourself."

And they continued their drive with Ronnie, shirtless, and Paul's cock, hard.

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The rest of the drive gave Paul the opportunity to experiment on his friend. In the last 30 minutes, Paul decided to experiment more. Ron had turned into a dad, a freshman, a foreigner, and other stuff Paul managed to trigger as they converse. Satisfied and almost near their destination, Paul reverted Ron back to his original body just by calling him again in his real nickname "Ron".

Upon arriving at Ron's house, Paul could've sworn Ron had been stealing glances from him more than usual. While they we're fixing stuff, it's often for Paul to find out Ron is lost in deep thoughts. He had caught Ron staring at him, sometimes adjusting the collar of his shirt, and even his underwear.

By sunset, they are almost finished putting everything in place in Ron's room. Both Paul and Ron were left sweaty due to carrying a bunch of stuff from the van to the house.

"I gotta take a quick break." Ron said as he took his shirt off and dropped them on the side. "Could you bring the last box in?" Ron asked Paul as he sat on the chair.

"Yes, sir" Paul answered.

"Damn, that could be another trigger. " He tought to himself.

What he called him as a little vague. Ron could turn either a very well respected dad, or his professor, or someone that can dominate him in bed. As he looked back to where Ron was sitting, there he saw the new man.

Before the new Ron could speak, Paul's eyes widened and hurried himself out the room and grabbed the last remaining box. His friend, his crush, turned into one heck of a dreamboat.

Reaching the living room, Paul came to he box. It was a big box that should be carried by two people, but Paul managed to carry it himself. Although struggling, he carried it to the room.

It was hard for Paul to carry the box in while walking forward, so Paul had to turn his back and walk backwards into the door frame.

"Excuse me, this thing's heav-" Paul exclaimed as he struggled.

"Wait, lemme take care of-"

The new Ron said in a soft deep voice as he rushed to Paul's aid, but before he managed to do so, Paul tripped.

"Hey!" Ron exclaimed and ran to catch Paul, only to fall too and both of them and the box on the floor, Paul lying on top of Ron.

"You okay, kid?" Ron asked, holding onto Paul.

"Sorry, sir." Paul replied.

Paul felt something on his back, growing hard. He heard Ron clear his throat, and so he looked up to see Paul, blushing.

"S-Sir, I can feel your..."

"S-Sorry!" Ron pushed Paul off his body and slid up to sit. "I-I..."

Paul sat down to face Ron. He can see Ron's huge cock straining against his gray shorts, just enough for Paul to get hard himself too. They stared at each other's cocks then to each other's eyes. Then in one quick movement, they were kissing.

Paul broke the kiss, shying away from his indirect confession. "F-Fuck. I'm sorry." He said. "That was very impulsive."

"It's alright." Ron said, still looking at Paul's eyes. He smiled and grabbed Paul's hand and guided it to his chest.

"S-Sir..." Paul's eyes widened.

"It's fine, Paul. I want this too."

Paul melted as Ron spoke in his deep sensual voice. It was a very reassuring but sexy baritone voice coming out from the mouth of this sexy hunk his friend had turned into

"Can I?" Ron motioned to move closer.

Paul nodded and welcomed Ron. Ron slided closer to Paul and started feeling his body s he kiss him on the neck. Paul shivered as Ron finds every pleasure spots in his body. Ron took Paul's shirt off and kissed his chest, coming to a nipple. All the effort of hiding how he liked his bestfriend broke down. It was just he and him enjoying the moment.

"A-Ah!" Paul moaned. "That feels so good."

"You like that?" Ron's eyes gleamed as he ask.

"Yes, sir." Paul nodded, putting both of his hands on Ron's face.

"Call me, Russel. Paul." He requested. "I'm not your teacher anymore"

Russel. That's Ron's name in this body of a hunk. So happened that he is his professor. Former, actually. Russel was doing a great job in making Paul feel good. Both of their cocks are basically stone hard and Paul had been wanting release even before they arrived to Russel's home. Russel pulled Paul's shorts off and marveled at the cock in front of his face.

"Wow, you have a big cock..." Russel said which made Paul chuckle.

"You think? Yours is even bigger." Paul stroked Russel's cock through his shorts and made him groan.

Russel took his shorts off too, finally letting Paul see this thick hairy cock. Paul grabbed on Russel's balls and played with it before stroking his cock again.

Russel moved closer to Paul's cock. "Can I...?" Russel asked.

"Please." Paul pulled Russel's head to his cock.

Russel went straight in, sucking Paul with all his might. The room once again was filled with mostly Paul's moans. His former childhood friend, now a hunky former professor is sucking his cock so eagerly. He's almost near and he's practically begging for release.

"Sir... Russel, I'm gonna."

"Not yet." Russel stood up and carried Paul onto the bed, sitting.

Paul expected that they'll fuck. He stared at Russel's thick hard cock and shivered at the thought of how painful can it be to have that in his ass.

"W-Wait. I can't take you. You're too big!" Paul pushed on Russel.

"Who said you're the one who's gonna be fucked? Russel grinned.

Paul's eyes once again widened as Russel climed onto his cock and sat on it. Without any hesitation, Russel pushed his ass down to Paul's cock.

"A...urgh!" Both of then groaning in pleasure

"You feel so good..." Russel whimpered.

"Y-You're so tight!" Paul moaned.

Russel groaned louder as Paul pushed and hat hit his prostate. "A-Ah! Sh..." Russel then moved, riding on Paul's cock.

It was too much to handle for Paul. The hunky professor is riding his cock. He's fucking a hunk. He then motioned to kiss Russel once more as they move. Paul holds onto Russel's cock as he strokes him. Paul lied down and Russel followed. He brought his feet onto he bed and started humping Russel himself.

"I-I'm close!" Russel exclaimed.

"Y-Yeah?" Paul smirked.

"Ah... Ah! I'm gonna cum!" Russel moaned hard.

"Cum for me, Russel!"

Soon, Russel came all his load onto Paul. Some hitting his face. Paul didn't stop thrusting his cock in Russel. He went faster and soon...

"I... I'm gonna cum too..." Paul said.

Russel moved and licked Paul's nipple, driving Paul insane.

"Y-Yeah! More! I'm gonna cum!"

Paul moaned and finally, he released into Russel's ass. They moved for one more kiss, and once they broke, they chuckled at each other.

Paul pulled out. Both panting and grasping for air.

"So..." Paul trailed off

"So...?" Russel followed

Paul paused or a moment. The power he got from the Necklace of Names was great. It seemed like he almost live in every fantasy he can think of, but then again, what about his friend Ron?

He looked at Russel. This was Russel, his former professor in this new reality. He may have been his friend a moment ago, but it was all Russel who made a move on him.

It was Ron who he liked, not the dumb horny jock, Ronnie, and most certainly despite being a fantasy-brought-to-life, not this hunky professor, Russel. Paul got lost in that thought. What could even happen if he revert Ron back?

"Uhm... Wanna take a shower with me?" Russel asked, bringing his hand to Paul.

"Yeah, sure."

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They proceeded to the shower. Russel went in first, testing the temperature, then offering his hand to Paul to guide him in. Russel washed off the cum on of their bodies, then he opened up for a big warm bear hug.

Paul stuck his face in between Russel's chests, still thinking about earlier. Trying to muster up his courage, he asked.

"Do you like me?"

Russel cleared his throat. "Well... I hope it wouldn't be weird to tell you I like you since I am your professor, no? Well... Former."

"No, I meant..." Paul stopped for a moment, then looked up to Russel's eyes, trying all his best to look for Ron in this deep brown eyes. "Do you like me, Ron?"

Russel began to shrink back down. His muscles lessening and his age going back to 22. He's back to Ron, just the regular old Ron.

"I.... I like you, Paul. I really do." Ron's cheeks flushed red, still hugging his friend. "I mean... I always had this feelings for so long... I just didn't think..."

"I like you back?" Paul continued. "I also had this for a very long time too..."

They smiled.

"Ron." Paul called out once again. "I don't know how to phrase this properly, but..."

In his mind, he had kissed Russel, but that was not trully Ron, it was just right to ask one more time, right?

"Can I kiss you?" Paul reached up to Ron's cheeks.

Ron didn't hesitate. He smiled and brought Paul into his lips.

Yet another round for Paul, but it's real this time.

You were at a party with your friends, had a few drinks and met a couple of nice people. And then….

...you regain consciousness, but you can't move. Hypnotized, confused… In an unfamiliar place in someone else's smelly football uniform. You're aware of everything, but you can't move. You just stare blankly at the guy who brought you here, but his face blurs and you don't understand what he looks like… Your dick is pulling on your shorts and leaking, but you were forbidden to touch it..

then the guy orders, "Well, boy from the football team, suck me good," and your body obeys on autopilot.

Half an hour later, he fills your face with sperm and says, "Stay in this position until the sperm dries up. Then you're free" and goes away forever. Half an hour later, you're back in control of your body. What a horror! What was that?! You're looking around: You're in an unfamiliar hotel room… You're wearing unfamiliar clothes and no underwear. Horrified, you look in the mirror and see an idiotic haircut with bleached hair that wasn't there until recently and the remains of a stranger's sperm.. There's only one question in my head: What the hell happened?!

PS Hi guys :) A friend of mine advised me to post some short stories here from time to time to get rid of the longing. I hope you enjoy it

Rules For Littles In Diapers Or Pull-Ups

You are in diapers or pull-ups for a reason, but they are not interchangeable!  What are the expectations for littles?

Use your diapers (very) often, that’s what it’s they’re for and that’s why you’re in them!

Using your diaper (often) is totally okay, and is 100% expected that you do (you are not expected to ask if you need to use it, just use it).

It’s never an “accident” to use your diaper, but it’s an accident if your diaper leaks (your caregiver can decide if the accident is your fault and what (if any) corrective actions need to be taken).

If you hold it and then go all at once, you greatly increase chances for an accident, and having it be your fault.

You should be doing little tinkles in your diaper about every few minutes or so (you need to keep that bladder empty, and also make sure you hydrate).

If you have a caregiver, it is typical that you won’t even be allowed to touch, or change your diapers, or even ask for a diaper change (hopefully your caregiver is attentive and will be taking care of your diapers (and other needs) for you).

If you have a caregiver, you should cooperate fully with having your diaper checked, and having your diaper changed (if you don’t and your diaper leaks (which it will eventually), then it’s your fault and you will be in trouble).

If you’re in pull-ups, the rules are very different than when you’re in diapers, and you’ll need to be more disciplined or face discipline!

Your pull-up is like protective underwear (trainers) and is there “just in case”.

You are expected to try to keep your pull-ups clean and dry, unless you ask your caregiver and they say its okay for you to use it (like if you’re stuck in traffic, or at a concert or movie, or having tummy troubles and can’t make it to a potty in time)

Unlike diapers, going potty in your pull-ups is an accident and might get you in trouble (like getting spanked and put back in diapers until further notice).

You won’t be allowed to take your pull-up off, unless your caregiver says its okay, but you will probably be allowed to pull them down to go potty in the toilet and pull them back up when you’re done.

Pull-ups are way more likely to leak than diapers.  Having an accident in your pull-up and having it leak could mean double-trouble for you (and your rear-end).

Having to change your used pull-up will not be popular with your caregiver because some of your clothes might need to be taken off completely before you can be cleaned up and and get put into a fresh pull-up.  Keep in mind, that it might be easier for the caregiver to rip the pull-up off, give you a (deserved) spanking, then tape you into a fresh diaper, then to take your clothes off.

If the additional expectations are causing stress, it might be a really good idea to very sweetly ask your caregiver to put you back in diapers instead of using your pull-ups and getting in trouble. Long car rides, air travel, movies, concerts, vacations (Disney!), afternoon naps, sleeping, sicknesses (tummy troubles!), and getting over stressful times, are some very common (and good) reasons for being put back in diapers.

I expect better behavior now that it’s clear what the rules are!

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The Bet Pt.5

After that, Riley told herself she was going to make an effort to put a stop to this before it got any worse. Unfortunately, she had no idea how to do that... As a youngest child, with no babysitting experience, she had no memories of helping potty train anyone, much less herself, and she wasn't about to check out any books about it and have those in her records, or let Charlotte see them around the house and know how much this bet had gotten to her. She found information online, of course, but it all contradicted each other, with everyone convinced they knew the best, most reliable way.

Meanwhile, it was becoming more and more rare for her to make it through that three hour class... Sometimes, she'd notice her need to go, and hold it as long as she could before wetting herself, and sometimes she'd notice herself feeling a little less comfortable, and adjust her position, only to feel the squish of an already sodden diaper.

The end of summer classes was a huge weight off of her shoulders, because during a regular semester, she had no classes that stretched on as long as that. Surely then, with more frequent breaks, and the return of more students to the campus, to make it harder for anyone to pinpoint the exact origin of the crinkling when she was in the bathrooms, she could turn this around, get it fixed before Charlotte figured out what was going on.

Her bladder was used to emptying at the same time in the morning, now, however, and, even though her class then wasn't nearly as long as the summer one, and she could use the bathroom beforehand, it somehow always felt the need to go again, seemingly as soon as the lecture began. At first, she'd, rather cockily, thought it would be a nice challenge, that, since she only had to last an hour, she would build her bladder muscles back up by making sure she lasted the whole period before going to the bathroom after. If she had one or two accidents the first few weeks, that was fine, but, by the end, she was positive she'd be dry every day.

She didn't succeed a single time. By the end of each class, her diaper was wet, whether she did it on purpose or not. Sometimes, it happened almost right away, and the rest of the period was spent with her wiggling in her desk, trying to figure out if she'd gone a second, or third time, if she was close to leaking. She not only failed her potty training goal, which she'd set for herself, she came close to failing the class itself, because it was so hard to concentrate on anything else.

There was no way Charlotte couldn't know what was happening, too... She had to notice Riley was going through significantly more diapers. It wasn't only that class Riley was using them in, of course, and it was happening more and more often, to the point where, like it or not, she had to start changing at school... She couldn't wait for her lunch break, when she could go back home, she had to hide in a bathroom stall until she was totally alone, then untape her diaper, clean herself up as quickly as she could, and tape a new one on before anyone overheard - it was far louder changing than just getting the diaper off to use the toilet - and pray she could dash to the trash can and get rid of the evidence before someone walked in and caught her.

She was slipping at home, too... Where, before, she'd only go if she was so busy she forgot she had a bathroom to herself, to not have to worry about any of that, now she was starting to have genuine accidents if she got too engrossed in TV, or homework, and not realize she'd gone until after the fact. It didn't help that their AC broke, and she spent what felt like an eternity walking around the place in only a shirt and diaper, too hot for any pants, or even a skirt, over it, before it was fixed. More than once, she'd discovered she'd peed herself by looking down and seeing a wet spot, rather than feeling it, or getting any real warning.

Even worse than that, however, were the mornings she woke up wet. The first time or two, she told herself she'd forgotten to change before getting into bed, but, eventually, when it started to happen even during naps, when she'd sprawl out on the sofa after classes, she knew she had to accept the truth: she was a bedwetter.

She wasn't sure why that hit her harder than her daytime accidents... Perhaps because she'd never been a bedwetter as a child, even had some memories of teasing other girls at sleepovers when she found out they were. Maybe it was because she was so sure, if she found the right trick, she could get her daytime wetting back under control, yet she knew bedwetting was far more difficult to cure, since she had no conscious power over it. Even if she discovered the perfect method for re-potty-training herself, she was probably going to be in diapers at night for a long time after this bet was over.