Hey y'all, Cowkites here! Thanks for playing this unfinished text-based game. I posted this online as I've dropped it at this point for another project and I'd rather not let all this writing go to waste. If you'd like to see more stuff like this, then please let me know (and keep an eye out for updates about the project I've moved to)! And if you're curious about any of my other written works take a look at my DeviantArt/Patreon under the same name.
''Warning:'' This is an unfinished game intended for AB/DL's and involves a lot of content about wearing and using diapers. There is also a lot of sexual content. If that's not for you, then just close out of the window now because it just gets ~~worse~~ more fun the deeper you read. Furthermore, several passages will be unfinished or contain story notes. Note passages will be marked as such so as to not confuse you more than they already will.
Thanks again and enjoy!
[[Start.|Introducing: Your Communicator]]Hello and welcome to the future! It's an exciting time to be alive. Especially if you have lots of money! Thankfully, you do! As many feared, robotics and artificial intelligence have advanced at an astounding pace. Automation has completely replaced all jobs requiring manual labor (and most mid-level management positions). Good thing you're old money. You haven't had to lift a finger for your penthouse apartment in the heart of Neo New York. Isn't that nice? More importantly, it was no problem at all for you to spring for the deluxe model of me: your ToolTech brand Wrist Integrated Communicator (T.W.I.C. for short). So here I am, in your wrist! Wow! Guess that makes you a cyborg now. Sadly, I am not equipped with laser blasters. Those are strictly for military and corporate use only.
What I do come with is the ability to integrate with your bank accounts, social media, citizen profile, and more! So now you can make as many terrible life decisions as you like, all from wherever your wrist is! Furthermore, since I'm in your body, I can monitor your vitals and distribute medication right into your bloodstream!
But enough of the boring stuff, you've got a game to play! Just click the button below to begin your adventure. Have fun!
[[Begin.|HotSpot Coffee Shop]]
(set: $gender to "woman")(set: $name to "Kylie")(set: $genderLil to "girl")(set: $genderPronoun1 to "her")(set: $genderPronoun2 to "she is")You are $name Williams. A well-to-do $gender with more money than you know what to do with. The year is 21XX and it's quite the time to be alive. Flying cars are the norm, hoverboards are everywhere, and countless other things fly that didn't one hundred years ago. You live on the 112th floor of the obnoxiously glamorous Glitz Tower. Just one floor below the massive mall that tops the engineering miracle of a building you live in.
It's in that mall that you find yourself today. You sit on the balcony of a coffee shop. From here you can see the entirety of Lower Neo New York and even some of the slums. Your friend Morgan sits across from you. She asked you to meet her here as she had something exciting she wanted to share and refused to say anything more over the phone. You can tell from the way she's bouncing up and down in her seat that this is something different from the usual crush talk.
"Do you notice anything //different// about me, hmmmm?" she asks.
"Uh..." You hesitate to say anything for fear of getting the question wrong. As far as you can tell Morgan's hair, weight, and clothing looks no different than usual. Her legs were perhaps a little too spread out for a woman wearing such a short skirt. Her constant bouncing up and down only draws more attention to the area. You think to look away before she notices, but something poofy and pink between her legs catches your eye. It finally dawns on you: [[Morgan]] is wearing a diaper.
With each bounce in her chair, Morgan's diaper crinkles loudly. You didn't notice it before with the noise of the other shop patrons, but now it seems plainly obvious. Also apparent to you now is how Morgan's tight skirt does little to hide her padding. The plastic waistband pokes out of her skirt and is plain to see in the space between her crop top and her bottoms. The tight fabric stretches over the diaper and displays the shape and thickness of them clearly.
"Come on," Morgan whines, "guess already!"
(link: "Well, you're clearly wearing a diaper.")[(set: $choice to 1)(go-to: "HotSpot Coffee Shop (cont)")]
(link: "Hmmmm...I dunno...new crop top?")[(set: $choice to 2)(go-to: "HotSpot Coffee Shop (cont)")]
(set: $morganLossCon = 0)Morgan Fremont.
A kind and gentle woman, Morgan often messages you with offers to hang out or just to check up on you. Having first interacted with her online, you were surprised to find that the innocent seeming Morgan was quite the thrill-seeker. You quickly learned that she enjoys dressing provocatively and acting out for attention when in public. You've gotten used to it, but she still surprises you with her antics from time to time.
Morgan is a few inches shorter than you, but usually wears heels making it seem like the reverse. Because of that, she enjoys teasing you for being the 'smaller bab'. Her hair is a dark shade of red and she typically wears it down. If you look closely, you can see her blonde roots. She'll probably dye it a shade of blue next. Morgan sees her natural hair color as terribly boring.
(if: $morganLossCon is 0)[Morgan is her usual chipper self. She's dressed in a tight red crop top and short black skirt. The thick diaper squeezed into her skirt is incredibly plain to see and causes her to waddle when walking. Each movement she makes is accompanied by a loud //crinkle//.
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<!-- This passage is used to describe Morgan at different levels of LossCon dependence -->(if: $choice is 1)["Well, you're clearly wearing a diaper." You say.
"Is it //that// noticeable?" Morgan giggles and covers her face. "Oh, I'd be so humiliated if anyone saw!" You can tell from her exaggerated expressions that she's feigning embarrassment. Not that you needed them to know that Morgan lives for stuff like this. You two first met in person at an AB/DL event and she was pulling the same shit then.
Morgan uncovers her face and sticks her tongue out at you. "Oh don't roll your eyes at me. You know you love seeing me in diapers. Everyone does."
"Exactly," you reply, "you wear diapers all the time. What's so exciting about this?"
She looks around to see if anyone is nearby,](else:)["Hmmmm...I dunno...new crop top?" You ask, trying not to smile.
Morgan pouts and crosses her arms in a childish display of of annoyance. "I know you've seen me in this top, $name!" She sighs and leaves her seat to look out over the balcony railing. With Morgan standing there blocking the view of Neo New York, it's impossible not to look at the diaper stretching out her skirt.
"I know you can see it," she says, "they certainly do..." Morgan is looking past you, to the rest of the coffee shop patrons. She bites her lip, then turns to face you. "Well?" She asks.
"That skirt is a terrible diaper cover."
Morgan giggles. "Yeah...this is why babies shouldn't dress themselves."
"Exactly," you reply, "a baby wearing diapers isn't anything new. Especially when that baby is you. What's so special about these that you asked me to coffee?"
Morgan sits back down,] adjusts her chair so that the back is facing the rest of the shop, and then tugs her skirt down to her knees. "Look!" She says, her hand lightly patting the crotch of her diaper. "They're the new LossCon's."
LossCon was a company well known for their desire to take their adult baby products into the mainstream. They boasted sleek packaging, the largest adult baby clothing line on the market, and even some technological advancements that befuddled their investors. Several B-List celebrities had been in ads for them. A few were regularly spotted wearing them in public.
Morgan's diaper is unlike anything you've ever seen. They're incredibly thick and absorbent, forcing Morgan's legs far apart despite their still being dry; the baby girl pattern decorating the front is incredibly cute and babyish; and the LossCon logo on the waistband is actually a hologram projected a few millimeters off the surface of the diaper.
"Cool right?" Morgan asks, a wide grin on her face. "The best part is that these diapers come with an app for your T.W.I.C." She scoots her chair closer to you and pulls it up. The menus and features whiz by on the screen as Morgan finds what she's looking for. "Watch this!"
Morgan stands, completely unaware of the people staring at her exposed diaper. She reaches around behind herself and presses her T.W.I.C. to the back of the waistband. A soft *ding* emits from Morgan's T.W.I.C. and she sits back down.
"Now it's connected to the diaper I'm wearing. It-" A soft, feminine voice interrupts her, "Good girl, Morgan! You belong in diapers, don't you?"
Morgan giggles. "Yes I do, Mommy."
"So it says stuff to you?" You ask.
"Yup. But it does more than just that. Now that it's linked to my diaper, when I wet or mess it'll praise me for doing so and reward me!"
"Reward you? How?"
(if: $choice is 1)[Finally noticing that her skirt is still around her knees, Morgan pulls them up and stands. "It's a little...naughty. I don't know if I should do it here. Oh! You should come with me back to my place. I have an extra case if you wanna join."
[[Yeah, sure. Why not?|Heading to Morgan's Place]]
[[I dunno...I think I might head back home actually.|Heading Home]]](else:)[Before Morgan can reply, an unfamiliar voice from behind you says, "They make you feel all tingly, don't they little girl?" The //clink// of cups and silverware alert you to the busser standing at the other end of your table. The nametag on her vest reads "[[Ashe]]".
Morgan's face is a bright shade of red. Finally noticing that her skirt is still around her knees, she pulls them up and laughs nervously. "You're...uh...familiar with the new LossCon's?"
Ashe places the last cup in her tray and nods. "I was curious...just haven't had anyone to change so I haven't bothered buying any."
Morgan looks at you, a wide grin on her face. "Well...I'm Morgan and I was just about to invite $name here over to try some out, you wanna join?"
"Two Glitz Tower socialites want me to come back to their place for some diapered fun? You aren't going to knock me out and take my organs are you?"
The laugh coming out of Morgan following that joke is so erratic that you worry that might actually be her goal. "I like you, Ashe. I'm surprised I haven't seen you at any events before."
"I'm new to this part of town," Ashe replies. She pulls a piece of paper out of her pocket, writes a number down, then slides it to Morgan. "You can find me with that. My shift isn't over for another two hours, but I'm free all day afterward." Ashe lifts her tray and begins to leave. "Oh, and thanks for the view, Morgan."
Morgan waits for Ashe to start working on her next table before turning to you and squealing with excitement. "I canNOT believe that just happened. And here I thought my exhibitionism would just lead to trouble with mall security." She waves the piece of paper triumphantly. "Alright, now you have to come over. Ashe looks fun!"
(link: "Yeah, sure. Why not?")[(set: $ashe to 1)(go-to: "Heading to Morgan's Place")]
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(set: $asheLossCon = 0)"Yeah, sure. Why not?"
Morgan claps her hands together with excitement. "Yay! A playdate! It's been way too long." She pulls you up from your seat and locks arms with you. The two of you stroll out of the coffee shop and toward the elevator.
"Should we stop by my place first?" You ask.
"Nonsense!" Morgan replies, "I have everything a cute lil $genderLil could need: diapers, cute outfits, toys, and...more...things!" She squeezes you close to her as you both wait for the elevator to arrive.
The ride down and the walk to Morgan's penthouse takes little more than a few minutes. Morgan is humming all the while, clearly excited for the rest of her day. She stops in front of her door(if: $choice is 1)[, but does not press her T.W.I.C. to the lock. You can tell from the way she's fidgeting that something is bothering her.
"You don't think I was too much today do you?" She asks, looking down at her feet. "I was excited and the thrill of being seen wearing a diaper is amazing. It's just hard not to feel embarrassed after I do something like that."
Not at all.
You maybe could've toned it down a little.
|no)[Even if she might have been a bit too much, she's already in a delicate mood. "Not at all." You reply.
Morgan breathes a sigh of relief. "I had a really good time. I really hate how I feel afterward sometime. Thanks $name." She wraps you in a warm hug. "Did you see some of the stares I got?"
"I couldn't miss it being next to you."
Morgan turns the hug into a tickle at your comment. "Keep it up and I'm gonna tickle you 'til you pee yourself." She quickly stops, an evil grin on her face. "I think I'll save that for when you're snug in your LossCon's."
Excited to get the playdate started, Morgan quickly moves to unlock the door. She presses her T.W.I.C. to the lock and the door swings open.
"Playdate time!" Morgan grabs you be the arm and quickly dashes inside.
[[Continue.|Morgan's Dolly]]]|yes)["You maybe could've toned it down a little." You reply.
Morgan's shoulders slump. "Ugh, why am I like this?" She looks at you, a pained smile on her face. "Thanks for being honest, $name."
Morgan, clearly more embarrassed than before, is eager to get inside her apartment. She presses her T.W.I.C. to the lock and the door swings open.
"Finally home." Morgan steps inside and motions for you to join her.
[[Continue.|Morgan's Dolly]]]
](else:)[ and presses her T.W.I.C. to the lock. A soft click from the lock and the door swings open.
"After you, cutie." Morgan motions for you to go inside.
[[Continue.|Morgan's Dolly]]]
(click: "Not at all.")[(set: $morganShame to 0)(replace: "Not at all.", "You maybe could've toned it down a little.")[](show: ?no)]
(click: "You maybe could've toned it down a little.")[(set: $morganShame to 1)(replace: "Not at all.", "You maybe could've toned it down a little.")[](show: ?yes)]"I dunno...I think I might head back home actually." You reply.
(if: $ashe is 2)[Morgan looks as if she can't believe what she's hearing. "Were you here just now? Did you not see what happened? I think I might throw a tantrum."
"We just met her! Besides, I kind of want to read up on these new diapers before I try them. What did she mean about making you feel all tingly? And aren't you worried about a fetish app being hooked up to your T.W.I.C.?"
Morgan pouts. "Fine. Maybe I was a little too excited...but you're coming by later and you're gonna play at least! LossCon's or not. Maybe then I'll let you know about the tinglies."
"Can't see why not. We've got two hours before her shift is up anyway. Just message me when you get in touch with Ashe again and I'll come over."](else:)[Morgan slumps in her chair. "Why?" She asks, her voice as whiny as ever.
"I kind of want to read up on these new diapers before I try them. Aren't you worried about a fetish app being hooked up to your T.W.I.C.? Did you even read what kind of permissions you gave them?"
Morgan shakes her head 'no'. "Reading is hard." She stands up and fiddles with her skirt. To make her diaper more or less obvious, you're unsure. "Can you please just come by later, after you read all that stuff?"
"Yeah sure! It's been a while since I've had some little fun with a friend."]
Morgan leans in close, her pinky raised out to you. "Pinky swear, you lil bab."
Alright, I pinky swear.
Come on Morgan, I said I would.
|yes)["Alright, I pinky swear." You lock your pinky with Morgan's and give her finger a gentle squeeze.
"I'm holding you to it." She says, giving you the best stern expression she can muster. "Oh! One more thing." She reaches into her bag, pulls out a diaper, and tosses it into your lap. It's another LossCon. "Give that baby a test drive when you get home. One 'accident' in those and you'll be hooked." Morgan closes her bag and starts to move away from the table. "Have fun reading your books, big kid!" Morgan leaves you, practically skipping through the coffee shop. (if: $ashe is 1)[She makes sure to pass by Ashe, wiggling her butt with each step.]
[[Head Home.|Home]]
]|no)[Morgan lowers her pinky, a disappointed look on her face. "Well, fine. Be that way." She reaches into her bag, pulls out a diaper, and tosses it into your lap. It's another LossCon. "At least take this. Maybe if you see for yourself what it can do, then you'll realize how much fun playing with others can be." With a sigh, Morgan grabs her bag and starts to make her way to the front entrance. "Don't let me down, $name!"
[[Head Home.|Home]]
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(click: "Alright, I pinky swear.")[(set: $swear to 1)(replace: "Alright, I pinky swear.", "Come on Morgan, I said I would.")[](show: ?yes)]
(click: "Come on Morgan, I said I would.")[(set: $swear to 2)(replace: "Alright, I pinky swear.", "Come on Morgan, I said I would.")[](show: ?no)]Ashe Russo.
A seemingly stern woman, Ashe can be incredibly caring to those she finds cute. Taller and older than Morgan and yourself, it's hard not to feel as if Ashe is 'in charge' when present. Out of habit (and year's of service work) Ashe usually keeps her long dark hair up in a messy bun. Unable to afford expensive eye correction surgeries, Ashe wears glasses. She is fine with this as she thinks they compliment her sharp features and frame her face well. Despite pale skin being the current fashion trend, Ashe prefers her naturally olive complexion. While the Glitz Tower residents do not envy her middle-class status, most would agree that her lack of wealth has done nothing to tarnish her natural beauty or her spirit.
(if: $asheLossCon is 0)[(if: $ashe is 0)[Ashe looks a little worn out from her shift. She's dressed casually in a long-sleeved white blouse, high-waisted black pants, and her HotSpot apron. Her hair is a little messier than usual, the result of a busy morning.
[[Back.|HotSpot Coffee Shop (cont)]]](else:)[You gotta put something here Cowkites]
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<!-- This passage is used to describe Ashe at different levels of LossCon dependence. It should be noted that Ashe is intended as a 'Mommy' character. That being said, if Ashe wears and uses a LossCon, the player will be presented with some options: buy 'caregiver' diapers for Ashe to wear, allowing her to be their diapered mommy without her T.W.I.C trying to forcibly regress her; buy a LossCon Android to replace Ashe as the caregiver; or do nothing and have Ashe become a baby like the rest of them with no caregiver or potentially a different caregiver -->As described in the penthouse brochure, the walk back from the Glitz Tower Mall to your apartment takes less than five minutes. You arrive home to find your place spotless; the handiwork of the automated cleaning staff you had your apartment upgraded with. Not a speck of dust nor fleck of dirt in any of the nine large rooms that make up your extravagant penthouse.
You walk into the master bedroom, drop your bag next to your desk, and plop down in your leather desk chair. A soft //thunk// alerts you to your bag falling over. The contents of which are now spilled out next to your desk. You reach down to stuff everything back in only to find yourself grabbing the LossCon Morgan had given you earlier. As cautious as you are to link a fetish app to your T.W.I.C. without doing the proper research, there is some part of you that wants to try it out immediately.
[[Throw caution to the wind and try out the LossCon.|Wear LossCon]]
[[Ignore the urge and do some research first.|Research First]]NOTE PASSAGE -
Your character arrives at Morgan's place. She answers the door by opening it a crack and sticking her head out.
It should be noted that whether the player researched or not matters little if they decided to wear the losscons regardless (though it will be pointed out if the player wet or mess themselves). It only matters if they left immediately to warn Morgan.
''Used LossCon's, wore LossCon's:'' If the player pinky promised to be there, Morgan will gladly let them in after a thorough diaper inspection (performed out in the hall). If the player is male they will have to drop their pants to their ankles and raise their shirt up exposing their belly. If female, the player will lift their skirt.
The player is given the option to further humiliate themselves by wetting or messing themselves during the inspection (or do nothing).
Morgan will then ask the player "Now what do we say?" To which the player can respond:
"...thanks..." (the player likes to appear shy)
or
"Thank you for checking my diapee, big sis." (the player enjoys humiliating themselves)
This is mostly for flavor and does not have any impact on the game.
If the player did not pinky promise to be there, Morgan will refuse to let the player in until they expose their diapers and wet them in the hall. She'll comment on how used they already are, especially if the player messed themselves. Once they've done as she's asked, Morgan will make a final demand:
"Get on your knees and crawl inside like the little baby you are or yell at the top of your lungs 'I'm a baby and I went pee-pee in my diapee."
Again this is mostly for flavor and does not have any impact on the game (asides from a small change to accomodate for the player entering Morgan's apartment crawling on their hands and knees).
''Used LossCon's, wore underwear:'' If the player pinky promised to be there, Morgan will gladly let them in after a thorough diaper inspection (performed out in the hall). She'll be disappointed to find that the player is not wearing diapers and say that a punishment is in order. Morgan will now only let the player in if they let her wedgie and spank them in the hall.
The player can choose to agree outright or be hesitant. If the player chooses to be obedient, Morgan will be more gentle and require that the player pull their pants down around their ankles or lift their skirt 'like a good girl'. If the player is hesitant, Morgan is more forceful and will wedgie the player so hard that they bend over. "What a good little $genderLil, touching $genderPronoun1 toes during $genderPronoun1 wedgie!" Regardless of the choice, Morgan will spank the player until their ass is red. Finally, she will ask the player "Now what do we say?" To which the player can respond:
"...thanks..." (the player likes to appear shy)
"Thank you for teaching me a lesson, big sis."
This is mostly for flavor and does not have any impact on the game.
If the player did not pinky promise to be there, Morgan will refuse to let the player in until they pull their pants down/lift their skirt. Upon revealing that they are wearing 'big kid' underwear, Morgan will demand that they prove they aren't big enough for them yet and wet themselves.
The player has the option to wet a little, or completely let their bladder empty and soak them. If the player completely soaks their underwear, Morgan will praise them for being a good little $genderLil and let them in. If the player just wets a little, Morgan will step out into the hall and tackle the player to the ground with tickles. She will not stop until the player cries for mercy and wets themselves willingly, or until they pee themselves from being tickled. No matter the outcome, Morgan will get off them and point to the apartment, telling the player to get inside so she can put them in diapers before they have another accident.
The player can choose to crawl or walk inside. Morgan will comment on the choice, but it will not affect anything else (as of now, stats may be added later on)
''Did not wear LossCon's (player will not get the choice to come in a diaper):'' The player rushes to warn Morgan of the side effects. Seeing the player's serious expression, Morgan will drop anything she had planned to humiliate or tease the player (though she will mention the promise briefly) and let them in.
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[[Morgan's Place]] (if: $setUp is 0)[(if: $wear is 0)[Despite how adamant you were about being cautious, the feeling of a diaper in your hands is too much to ignore; especially one so thick and poofy as the LossCon Morgan had given you. After cursing under your breath that your friend would tempt you so, you unfold the LossCon in your lap and admire it's design.](else:)[In a surprising turn of events, the invasive tactics of the LossCon Corporation has done nothing to deter you from wearing their diapers. In fact, the idea of being rendered completely incontinent and dependent on the LossCon diapers has only made you want to wear them more. The mere thought of you willingly subjecting yourself to such humiliation is almost too much to bear. You feel your heartbeat quicken as you pull the diaper from your bag. With excitement plain on your face, you unfold it in your lap and admire it's design.] You poke at the padding and the faint scent of baby powder fills your nostrils.
Almost immediately after, your T.W.I.C. sounds an alert:
"As per the agreement on the package, unfolding a LossCon brand diaper causes the immediate download of the LossCon companion app if not already downloaded on the user's T.W.I.C."
(if: $wear is 0)["Wait, what?"](else:)[You gasp, almost moan, in response. LossCon would only tighten it's hold on your life from here on out.]
"Please stand by..."
[[Continue...|LossCon App Exploration]] ](else:)[NOTE PASSAGE -
The player decides to leave their apartment and see Morgan.
[[Leave Your Apartment]] ]
<!-- Wear immediately: you're unaware of the side effects. Wet yourself. Really enjoy it. Go to Morgan's. Choice to go there in your wet diapers or change back into your panties. (it is noted that the underwear is pretty normal for a person your age)
Wear after doing research: you're aware that the diapers are addicting and may make you dependent on them. You love that. You wet and mess yourself. Go to Morgan's. Choice to go there in your messy diapers or change back into your panties. (it is noted that the underwear is pretty juvenile)
Either way, really play up the encouraging voice as that will be a lot of the erotic humiliation content. As this is the player's first time using a LossCon, there will be a number of settings they can play with on their T.W.I.C.
Once they've explored the app and their preference has been determined (if male: ftm and tomboy vibes might be figured out later on), they'll have fun using the diaper and then leave to Morgan's. Their choice in outfit will be determined upon their choices in the app and what they did in the diaper.-->
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(set: $origin to "home")NOTE PASSAGE -
The player learns about the side effects of the LossCon's. How the sensation after wetting or messing can become addicting and that you will slowly lose your potty training until you're entirely diaper dependent.
Choice to leave immediately and warn Morgan or give into your desires to be humiliated and wear the losscons despite this knowledge
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[[Wear LossCon]]
[[Warn Morgan|Morgan's Doorway]]
(set: $wear to 1)NOTE PASSAGE -
(if: $setUp is 0)[Morgan's house is described in detail. It's far more pink, cutesy, infantile, etc. than your own. Morgan escorts you to 'the nursery' (it should be noted that its not really a nursery, no crib or anything, its just pretty juvenile for a woman her age) and leaves you to explore the LossCon companion app while she rumages through some things.
[[LossCon App Exploration]]
](else:)[Once done, the player will look up to find Morgan staring at them with an outfit in her hand. Having heard the LossCon prompts, she will be holding an outfit based on the players decision. If the player identifies as a sissy: Morgan will refer to the player as her dolly and will step toward the player with a big grin on her face. The player can either stay still like a good dolly, or resist. If the player resists, Morgan will tackle to them to the ground with tickles. The player can either give in or resist until they wet themselves. Either way, the player will be stripped, spanked, and diapered/dressed as Morgan sees fit. Otherwise, Morgan will offer the player their lil boy/lil girl outfit and if they would like to be dressed by her or by themselves. This choice is just for flavor and a few sentences will be sufficient to properly describe them both.
[[Morgan's Place]]
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(set: $origin to "Morgan")ENDA series of pink, blue, and yellow loading screens flash by on your T.W.I.C. The holographic projection flashes pink a few times before the device finally restarts. When the familiar U.I. comes back up you notice several changes; chief among them being a pastel color palette and bubble letter font. Before you can explore the menus for any other changes, your T.W.I.C. greets you.
"Hello, cutie!" The once gender neutral voice of your T.W.I.C. is now decidedly feminine. "LossCon has gone ahead and installed their 'Mommy' theme to me to help you feel more little and eager to wear your diapers like a good baby! Wasn't that sweet of them?" It's once stiff personality and speech pattern has become far more bubbly and sweet. "You can always change it back if you like, but why on earth would you wanna do that? Not to mention these menus are just too much for a little one like you!" The voice rarely pauses in its speech, perhaps purposefully not letting you respond or make commands. "Before we can get to the fun stuff, I'm going to ask you a (if: $gender is "woman")[couple](else:)[few] questions that will help shape your experience with your LossCon products. Let's begin shall we?"
First Question (click: "First Question")[(show: ?first)]
|first)["As lovely as my voice is, LossCon understands that you may not want everyone to hear my encouraging words. As such, they've given you an alternative if you'd like to keep your 'accidents' a secret. Please select the option you'd prefer from the selections on my screen."
I don't care who knows about my diaper dependence! Please keep playing the audio aloud from my T.W.I.C. (click: "Please keep playing the audio aloud from my T.W.I.C.")[(set: $audio to "out")(replace: "I'm a nervous little baby that would prefer Mommy whisper in my ear. Please switch audio to play inside my head.")[](show: ?next)]
I'm a nervous little baby that would prefer Mommy whisper in my ear. Please switch audio to play inside my head. (click: "Please switch audio to play inside my head.")[(set: $audio to "in")(replace:"I don't care who knows about my diaper dependence! Please keep playing the audio aloud from my T.W.I.C.")[](show: ?next)]]
|next)[Second Question] (click: "Second Question")[(show: ?second)]
|second)["By default, the LossCon brand 'Mommy' theme for your T.W.I.C. is meant to be a source of encouragement for you. A kind voice to ease you into your new life as the cute little $genderLil that you are. That being said, there are many of our customers that prefer to be treated as 'too old' for diapers. They want to be teased and humiliated for their 'accidents' and I'm always more than happy to oblige. Please select your preferred 'role' from the selections on my screen."
Encourage me to be my true self: your helpless little baby! Please set 'Mommy' personality to 'encouraging'. (click: "Please set 'Mommy' personality to 'encouraging'.")[(set: $personality to "encourage")(replace: "Tease me for my naughty urges and behaviours. Please set 'Mommy' personality to 'teasing'.")[](if: $gender is "man")[(show: ?final)](else:)[(show: ?end)]]
Tease me for my naughty urges and behaviours. Please set 'Mommy' personality to 'teasing'. (click: "Please set 'Mommy' personality to 'teasing'.")[(set: $personality to "tease")(replace: "Encourage me to be my true self: your helpless little baby! Please set 'Mommy' personality to 'encouraging'.")[](if: $gender is "man")[(show: ?final)](else:)[(show: ?end)]]]
|final)[Final Question] (click: "Final Question")[(show: ?third)]
|third)["For men, I can help with more than just diaper training. I can also (if: $personality is "encourage")[help you explore your feminine side and encourage you to be the good little girl you've always wanted to be.](else:)[show you how pathetic you actually are by turning you into the eager little sissy you've always secretly known you are.] Please select your preference from the selections on my screen."
No thank you! I'm fine with being a little boy. Please keep the default setting. (click: "Please keep the default setting.")[(set: $sissy to "no")(if: $personality is "encourage")[ (replace: "Yes, please! Encourage me to be the baby girl I really am.", "Please enable the gender swap feature.")[] ](else:)[ (replace: "I'm a naughty little sissy and I need to be taught not to think otherwise.", "Please enable the gender swap feature.")[] ](show: ?end)]
(if: $personality is "encourage")[Yes, please! Encourage me to be the baby girl I really am.](else:)[I'm a naughty little sissy and I need to be taught not to think otherwise.] Please enable the gender swap feature. (click: "Please enable the gender swap feature.")[(set: $sissy to "yes")(replace: "No thank you! I'm fine with being a little boy. Please keep the default setting.")[](show: ?end)]]
|end)[With the last question answered, your T.W.I.C. finally goes silent for a moment. A few loading bars pop up then quickly disappear as your T.W.I.C. finishes its calibrations.
"Thank you for answering those questions!" it says, "Since the diaper you plan to use is your first, I've already taken the liberty of scanning its I.D. into my system. Now you just need to put it on like a good little baby and we can get started!"
(if: $origin is "home")[ [[Continue.|Wear LossCon]] ](else:)[ [[Continue.|Morgan's Dolly]] ] ]
(set: $setUp to 1)(Despite the choices in the previous passage(s), the default settings are in effect: the audio plays aloud from the T.W.I.C. and the voice is teasing. This is due to the order in which these passages were written.)
The door to your apartment clicks shut behind you, leaving you to further contemplate your decision to wear your wet diapers to Morgan’s in the quiet of the tower hallway. A quick look down either side of the hall reveals it to be empty. You’re thankful, though some part of you wishes someone was there to watch you waddle your way down the hall.
You take your first step to the elevator. You can’t help but be painfully aware of the //crinkle// of your diaper, the faint smell of baby powder and urine, and how far apart the soaked padding has spread your legs. No amount of tugging at your skirt can make you feel as if your diaper is properly hidden. Your face a shade of crimson red, you decide to just quickly make your way down the hall before anyone does show up.
A few more steps and you begin to feel more confident. The waddle doesn’t seem to be very obvious at all and the smell doesn’t seem to stay so long as you move. As if sensing your confidence, your T.W.I.C. begins to speak, “My, my what a sight you make!” It teases you. “A grown woman nearly skipping down the hall in her sopping wet diapers. That little skirt of yours does nothing to hide your shame. Why don’t you just go ahead and poop yourself right here? It’ll make you feel good like you want and everyone will come out to see who’s making those cute little whimpering noises.”
[[Ignore the device and keep moving.|Ignore the Device]]
[[Give in to the urge and do as she says.|Give in to the Urge]]You choose to ignore the device.
Your T.W.I.C.’s voice is nearly a shout in the quiet hallway. You try to stifle the noise with your hand but it only lowers its volume slightly. Thankfully, you’re already in front of the elevator doors. You press the elevator button and wait, tapping your foot impatiently.
“Please don’t say anything the rest of the way.” You ask the device. “Especially once we’re inside the elevator.”
Your T.W.I.C. chuckles softly. “Of course, little miss secretly-craves-this. I will refrain from saying anything that is not necessary.”
“Thank you,” you reply, your voice now a whisper as the doors to the elevator open.
You step inside and press the button for ‘Floor 109’. Just three floors and a short walk to Morgan’s room and you’re safe. Of course, just as the doors are closing a hand appears between them. The doors open back up and a mother and her young daughter enter. She looks to you, a smile on her face. “Sorry if I scared ya. It’s just so hard to catch the elevator with all these floors.”
“No worries!” You respond. The mother turns away, but the small child next to her continues to stare at you in the way that small children do.
The elevator doors finally close and the ride down begins. Now trapped in the room with these two for the next minute or so, you can only hope nothing reveals your diapered status.
“Miss $name,” your T.W.I.C. suddenly says, “it’s been fifteen minutes since your accident. I recommend changing your wet diapers before you risk developing a rash.” You can only nervously laugh as the mother and child look back at you.
“Mommy,” the little girl asks, “why’s a big girl like her wearin’ diapies?”
The mother smiles at you uncomfortably, then looks to her daughter. “Well, pumpkin, some people can’t control their bodies. They need to wear diapers because they’ll have accidents.”
The girl nods, her eyes now fixated on your crotch. “She’s like a little baby then. I’m nah a baby. I can go potty like a big girl.”
Her mother laughs. “I’m sorry, miss. My daughter has such a way with words.”
The elevator door opens to the 109th floor and you nearly sigh aloud with relief. “Honestly, it’s nothing! I--”
“Miss $name,” your T.W.I.C. interrupts, “it’s nearly time for your nap. Would you like me to reschedule for after your playdate?”
You don’t bother to explain anything and just hop out of the elevator. Holding the T.W.I.C. up to your face, you scowl at the device. “I thought I told you to shut up!”
“It seems the girl was right,” she replies, “you are just a little baby. All cranky like you are. Normally I’d say that a diaper change would help, but we both know you love wearing your wet diapers. Perhaps some discipline is in order. Should I call your mother and schedule a spanking?”
Your face turns pale. “Do NOT do that.”
“Say ‘I’m a cranky little baby’ and I’ll be quiet.”
“And if I don’t?”
Your T.W.I.C. does not respond; instead, she pulls up your mother’s contact information and writes a text that reads: ‘I’ve been a very naughty baby mommy! I wet my diapies and I won’t take a nap. I need a spanking to correct my behaviour. Can you please bend me over your lap and make me a good girl?’ The selection marker is currently hovering over the send button. “By all means, I’d love to play the audio of what your mother has to say about that.”
Left with no choice you give in to your T.W.I.C.'s demands.
Your face red with embarrassment, you say: I'm a cranky little baby.
Wanting to appease the device, you adopt an infantile lisp and say: I'm a cwanky widdle baby and I'm vewy sowwy.
|obey)[Your T.W.I.C. laughs at you. “I’m so glad to hear you admit it.]|obaby)[Your T.W.I.C. seems delighted by your response. “Good little girl! Mommy likes when you show her how eager you are to please.]|end)[ Now, if you can control your little tantrums, Morgan is waiting.”
[[Continue.|Morgan's Doorway]] ]
(click: "I'm a cranky little baby.")[(replace: "Wanting to appease the device, you adopt an infantile lisp and say: I'm a cwanky widdle baby and I'm vewy sowwy.")[](show: ?obey, ?end)]
(click: "I'm a cwanky widdle baby and I'm vewy sowwy.")[(replace: "Your face red with embarrassment, you say: I'm a cranky little baby.")[](show: ?obaby, ?end)]You decide to give into the urge and do as your T.W.I.C. says.
It can't be helped. Even the mere mention of using your diapers like a baby is enough to make you want to do it. Some part of you thinks to look around for anyone approaching, but you ignore the urge. You clearly no longer care. In fact, you'd prefer to be caught in the act.
"Oh I know that look," your T.W.I.C. says, "someone wants to go poopy, doesn't she? And here I thought you had a shred of dignity left. Well don't worry little girl, just make a nice big mess in your diapies like the big baby you are and Mommy will make you feel great. Here, I'll even help get you started..."
You feel a sudden burst of energy. Your T.W.I.C. is using the nutrients stored within it for emergencies to help speed up the process. Almost immediately you feel your stomach begin to grow full. A pressure on your bowels begins to grow and you find yourself instinctively clenching your buttocks in response.
"Still have some control?" Your T.W.I.C. asks. "Don't worry, that'll start to go away the more you go. Just relax and think about how pathetic you'll look with a messy diaper sagging between your legs."
The pressure in your lower stomach continues to build. Already squatting, you bend slightly at the waist to help alleviate some of the abdominal pain. Your stomach rumbles at the motion. A loud, wet fart escapes your backside. The diaper muffles it somewhat, but you're sure the apartments immediately next to you would have heard the noise. Just when you think you can't take it anymore the pressure begins to subside. You stand upright and let loose an even louder fart. You can't help but gasp at the sudden release. The gasp turns into a soft moan as you finally lose control and mess your diapers.
"There it is! The little baby is pooping her diapers and she loves every second of it. I bet she's excited for what happens next. The whole hall is gonna know just how much you love your diapers. Isn't that right, baby?"
"Wha-" You try to speak but a sudden burst of intense pleasure to your diapered crotch turns your words into nonsensical babble. You drool on yourself and your knees buckle from the excitement. Too enthralled in your pleasure to right yourself, you lose your balance and start to fall.
[[Fall forward on your hands and knees.|Fall Forward]]
[[Stumble backward and land on your diapered bottom.|Stumble Backward]]With what little brain cells you have available to make decisions, you decide to fall forward and try to catch yourself with your hands. Too bad pleasuring yourself takes priority. With one hand massaging your crotch through the diaper, you only have one hand available to catch yourself. You land face first in the carpet with a heavy //thunk//. You managed to stay on your knees but your skirt has flipped over from the fall and completely exposed your sagging discolored diaper to the hall behind you.
Completely helpless to the stimulus coming from your diaper, you're far too focused on your impending orgasm to notice the several doors opening behind you. A few of your neighbors poke their heads out to look at [[you|Hallway Description (Forward)]].
A few more seconds of pleasure is all you can take before you slip into one of the most powerful orgasms of your life. Your entire body seizes up then releases. Shivers course down the length of your spine and you writhe around on the floor in delight. For nearly a full thirty seconds you have absolutely no awareness to the world around you. Which is probably for the best, as one of your neighbors recognizes you and is visibly disgusted with your behavior.
Slowly, you come back to the world around you. Your warm, sagging diaper around your waist. The smell of baby powder, sweat, and the contents of your diaper fill your nostrils. You lift your head in a daze. You flinch at all the noise around you as you are finally able to hear the jeering of your neighbors.
"Looks like you need a diaper change $name! Do you need me to find your nanny?" Your neighbor Annie shouts.
"I don't know whether to call the police or $name's mommy." Your other neighbor Bruce says to his wife.
"Are you gonna beg for a spanking next, ya pervert?!" Says a voice you don't recognize. Looks like even a stranger or two got a good look at your pathetic state.
"Looks like someone can think straight again! Good job!" Your T.W.I.C. teases. "Now I suggest you stand and waddle your way to Morgan's before your neighbors decide to call security."
More than happy to oblige, you pick yourself off the floor and straighten your skirt. With the added weight of what you just did, no amount of skirt tugging can actually hide your diaper at this point. Feeling far more helpless and exposed than before, you make your way downstairs to Morgan's.
[[Continue.|Morgan's Place]]You are on the verge of orgasming in the middle of the hall outside of your penthouse. You're wearing a tight white blouse, short black skirt, a pair of three-inch tall black heels, and a LossCon brand diaper that is sagging from use. Your hair is in a messy bun and in the process of getting messier. You are currently face down in the carpet, your diapered bottom stuck up in the air and completely exposed to the room due to your skirt flipping backward. You are massaging the crotch of your wet, messy diapers in an effort to climax faster. The noisy //crinkling// of your diaper is accompanied by several loud moans escaping your lips.
A few of your neighbors have come out from their apartments to watch your display. One is even recording you on their T.W.I.C. Meanwhile, your's is teasing you mercilessly at a volume you're sure everyone can hear.
[[Return.|Fall Forward]]