Cursed Prologue and Chapter One (Patreon)

Here we are at the beginning of a brand-new saga-- I hope you guys enjoy it! As I mentioned, it's kind of a slow building regression story that builds it's way up to the good stuff, so don't expect too much diaper action right off the bat. Don't be fooled though, there's still plenty to hold your attention until then. As always, if you like what you see, please consider letting me know by hitting like and leaving a comment below. 

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Prologue

The room was lit by a single overhead light, casting the rest of the space into eerie shadow. The figure in black hunched over the simple wooden table that had been pressed into the corner, and they were working feverishly. Every few minutes, they would glance down to the nameless, black bound book next to them-- the work was fairly simple, but the ingredients had been hard to track down, and they didn’t want to have to go to the work of gathering them again. According to the book, they would require a series of personal items belonging to the intended victim.

Pinned to the wall in front of the table, a picture of the target: Amelia Linda Barns; the most popular girl at Carpenter University. Head cheerleader. A shoo-in for homecoming queen. One half of the most popular couple at school (and still fucking around with any other guy she wanted, regardless of whether he was single or not.) The girl who had it all...

Emphasis on HAD, they thought, carefully combining the elements they had so meticulously gathered  over the preceding weeks. The book was detailed: a few strands of Amelia’s hair, a scrap of fabric from one of her old t-shirts, a used tissue snatched from her garbage, and a ring that once belonged to Amelia’s long-dead grandmother were combined with Skullcap, Dead Sea Salt, and Solomon's Seal inside a bag made from the skin of a ritualistically slaughtered lamb.

Drawing the strings on the bag closed in preparation of finishing the incantation, the dark figure allowed them-self a tight smile. If everything went according to plan tonight, Little miss perfect Amelia Bars was going to be noticing some very dramatic changes in her life over the course of the next few days.

Chapter One

At a little after four on Thursday morning, Amelia Barnes awoke from a pleasant dream where she was lowering herself into a nice, warm bath to realize that her panties were wet. Gasping, she reached down and quickly discovered that her lower body was soaked, and she was laying in a puddle of what appeared to be warm,fresh pee.

“Hey!” she cried, kicking the dampened covers off and pulling her into a sitting position, “what the hell?!”

She sat and stared stupidly, the grinding of gears in her brain almost audible. She worked it around, thought it over every which way, and then tried to think of any other explanation... but there was none. She, a grown-ass girl in college, head cheerleader, the prettiest, most popular girl in school, had just pissed the bed. She’d pissed the bed-- just like a toddler!

“How did this happen-- I didn’t even get that drunk last night!” she said aloud, groaning in disappointment at herself.

Cursing, she stripped the sheets off the bed, crept down to the laundry room, and tossed them into the washing machine, followed by her dampened panties. After grabbing and pulling on a pair of underwear from the hamper,gathered a couple of towels and took them upstairs to dry off the wet spot on her mattress, praying her annoying stepmother, Sybil,and stepbrother, Seth,wouldn’t awaken.

Amelia gathered up an armload of spare sheets (much scratchier than her own sheets, she thought with a pout, and the pattern was hideous), and stretched them out on top of the mattress. She briefly considered a shower, but decided against it... again, she didn’t want to risk having Sybil and Seth awaken and start asking questions.

She flopped down, trying to get a little more sleep before school, but it was hard, the rough material of her sheets irritating her soft skin, and the towel rendered her normally downy soft bed lumpy and uncomfortable, but she was able to snatch a few moments of fitful sleep here and there.

As she tossed and turned, Amelia was plagued by strange sensations and images in her dreams, but nothing she could remember when she was painfully awakened by her alarm.

The remainder of the morning went by much as usual. After throwing her sheets in the dryer, she ate her usual light breakfast, followed by a shower. She rinsed and soaped her gorgeous body with care, a scowl marring her pretty face as she frantically attempted to wash any residue of pee from her golden skin. She took the time to wash her long blonde locks before drying off and dressing.

20 minutes later, Amelia was arriving at school in the sporty little Audi her father had bought her for her birthday a couple of years ago. As usual, she proudly displayed her hot little ass, tightened and toned from hours of exercise, in a pair of yoga pants that looked painted on, revealing every detail of her butt in crystal clarity... it was, she’d often thought, the next best thing to not wearing pants at all. She knew she was being watched, knew people were staring, either with lust or jealousy, but today it didn’t excite her like it usually did. She skulked to class wrapped in a dark mood, piercing blue eyes hidden behind the dark lenses of her designer sunglasses, eyes forward, not even glancing at any of the other students.

She attempted to put forward her usual posture of cool confidence, but the incident the previous night had left her shaken, and the more she tried to put it out of her mind, the more thoughts continued bubbling up from below the surface, chief among them: how did this happen to me?

But she had no answers, and by the time she took her seat in psychology next to her best friend Stephanie, it was obvious she was in a foul mood.

“Who pissed in your cornflakes?” Stephanie asked quietly, smiling mischievously when Amelia shot her a black look, partially to hide the fact that she was thrown off guard by Stephanie’s use of the word piss so soon after last night’s... incident.

Beside Stephanie, her younger brother, Alex, the boy wonder, looked over at her with a horrid mix of concern and pity on his face that made Amelia’s blood boil, but she sucked it down and buried it deep. I’ll need his help if I want to get out of this class with a decent grade,she reminded herself, forcing a sweet smile to her face.

The class was boring as usual, and Amelia was nodding off by the midway point, the professor’s monotone and her lack of sleep the night before causing her eyelids to droop.

It was at about that point she felt the first twinge in her bladder. Nothing urgent, just the primary indications that she would want to find a bathroom at some point in the near future... the kind of thing that was so normal you barely even thought about it.

But today was somehow different. She had no idea if it was the stress of the night before or the coffee she’d practically poured down her throat in the morning or the water bottle she’d been sipping from during the lecture, but by the time class was dismissed, she was in the midst of an actual emergency.

Urgently, ignoring the questioning faces of her friends, Amelia frantically gathered her things and stuffed them into her bag before scurrying from the room as quickly as she could with her thighs pressed together.

The ladies room was just down the hall, but it was already getting crowded in there, with students milling around between classes. Amelia dodged between them as smoothly as she could, resisting the urge to reach down and clasp her crotch like a three year old just out of pampers.

She burst through the door to the ladies room, bolted for the last open stall, knocking another girl out of the way in the process, and slammed the door behind her. Hanging her bag on the peg with one hand and fumbling with the lock with the other, Amelia let out a little squeal when she felt an involuntary gush into the crotch of her itty-bitty little panties. Dropping the tight pants, her butt hit the seat with a bang, and she let out a triumphant gush of urine into the bowl.

She repressed an almost sexual moan of relief in favour of a small, lady-like sigh as she continued tinkling... but there was nothing lady-like about the fart she ripped without warning, it’s power amplified by the bowl and echoed around the bathroom by the wall to wall tiles.

Amelia reddened as the other girls giggled, but she didn’t slow or stop pissing until her bladder had been completely emptied.