Chapter 1

(The following story contains diapers/ABDL content, bondage/BDSM content, omorashi/watersports, fart fetish, scat, and second-person POV. If you are uncomfortable with any of these topics, click off this page immediately. Otherwise, read on.)

As you ride the train to this new town of Pampsville, you eagerly bounce up and down in your seat. You can't wait to meet all the new neighbors you'll have and experience all the fun things you never got the chance to do before.

The train slowly comes to a halt, and you jump out of the bus. You look around in marvel. "So this is Pampsville... Really nice place..." You glance down at your map. Seeing as you just got here, you decide to head over to Town Hall.

Stepping through the front doors, you see a young shih tzu sitting at a desk, writing on a paper. You speak up. "Um... hello."

The dog looks up. "Oh, hello! You must be the new mayor I've been hearing about!"

You're very confused. "Mayor? Are you sure about that? I was never told about--"

"Oh, don't worry, it'll be fine," she says. "Anyway, I'll be your secretary. My name's Isabelle!" She extends a paw. You reach out and accept the handshake.

"I guess it won't be that bad..." you mumble. "I mean, being mayor might be cool, being in charge of everything..."

"That's the spirit!" Isabelle says. "Now, I just need you to sign this form. Afterwards, come to the back room for a quick moment."

"Okay," you say. You sign the form and hand it back to Isabelle.

"Excellent," she says. "Follow me."

You follow her into the back. It's so dark in the room that you can barely even see anything. Suddenly, a cloth is tightened across your eyes, completely blocking your vision.

You feel someone, or something, forcing you to sit down. You feel an itchy sensation around your legs getting tighter. You feel another piece of cloth, this time shoved into your mouth.

A beam of light peeks through the cloth, and it is suddenly removed. You see Isabelle holding the cloth with a mischievous grin on her face. You look down and see that you have been tied to a chair, and a bandana has been tied tightly around your mouth. You try to ask, "Isabelle, what is going on?!" but all that comes out is muffled nonsense.

"I bet you haven't really thought about why this place is called Pampsville..." Isabelle sighs. She was right. You never gave it a single thought. "Well... let me give you a little look..."

She takes off her skirt and shows you what was underneath: a puffy, white diaper. Your eyes widen with shock and disbelief.

"What? Never seen adult-size diapers before? Or do you actually have a thing for it?" Isabelle asks.

You don't want to admit it, but the latter was indeed true. You do have a thing for diapers, and Isabelle looks pretty darn cute in one. You blush and try to look away.

Isabelle giggles. "I knew it! Now let's get that bandana off of you..." She walks over to behind you and unties the bandana. You take a huge breath. "Feel better?"

"Y... Yeah..." you mumble. "And yes, I... I do have a small liking for diapers..." Isabelle smiles. "...especially seeing others in them."

Her smile widens. "Well then... just sit back and relax... Not that you have a choice or anything, you're still tied there. Wouldn't want to have you lying to me and escaping first..." she mumbles.

You sit and watch Isabelle turning all around, modelling the diaper for you. You like it, but you don't say anything. Isabelle stops posing and asks, "What's wrong? Not good enough for you?"

She smiles and steps up closer to you, with a box in her paws. She sets it down and stands on it so her diaper is now right in front of your face. You hear a light hissing noise and Isabelle sighing. The front of the diaper turns a deeper shade of yellow with every second. It becomes obvious to you that she is peeing.

You can hardly even believe it, but you just watch in delight. Her stream slows to a stop, and you see a few drops leaking out onto your shoes. Isabelle steps off the box and giggles. "Really soaked this diapee, huh?"

"You sure did," you say. You then hear a gurgling noise coming from Isabelle. She grabs her stomach in fake fear. "What's wrong?" you ask her.

Isabelle smiles again. "I really gotta make a stinky..." she mutters.

"Oh," you say, surprised. "So, are you going to--" Isabelle nods. You smile.

Isabelle slowly walks back up to the block and turns around, her diaper taking up your full view. You hear her grunting, and you feel a warm fart blown against your face. "Gotta push harder..." you hear Isabelle groan.

She grunts more, and you hear another fart, this one more wet than the last. The back of her diaper starts bulging out, and Isabelle begins to pant heavily.

You can hardly believe it! You're just sitting in this room with a diapered dog pooping right in front of you. You never would have guessed this was how the day would have went.

The diaper begins to sag from her huge mess. It must have been a minute or two before she stood back up, finished with voiding her bowels.

Isabelle lets out a huge sigh of relief and steps down from the box. She kicks it aside and turns around. She then bends over and wiggles around a bit, mushing her mess around. The nasty aroma of feces fills the room.

"Such a big mess," Isabelle admires, patting her bottom. "Guess I'm a really poopy puppy today..."

She walks over to you and sits down on your lap. You feel the warm, mushy poop through her diaper. She leans in a whispers, "Welcome to Pampsville," before standing back up and freeing you.

"Thanks for the welcome," you excitedly say. "Um... can I... offer you a change?"

Isabelle gasps. "Well... sure! No one's ever warmed up to the idea this quickly!" She leads you to the desk and gets out the supplies from a drawer. She then lies down on top of the desk. "If you could hurry it up, too, that'd be amazing. This thing is really stinky..."

You chuckle. You reach out and begin the first of many changes to your life, now that you've moved to this cute little town and turned over a new leaf.