Regression and Progression
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You are noble living in the kingdom of Larion. You are awakened by one of your servants who tells you that your keep is under attack. You look out the window and see a bunch of armed peasants running around on the castle grounds. You tell the servant to barricade the door and come up with a plan to escape. The servant looks nervously around your room, finally settling on a large dresser that he starts pushing in front of the door. You help him get it into place. Not a moment later, a loud thump is heard from the other side of the door.
"Hurry up, they're coming in!" the servant cries. You draw your dagger and approach the door, ready to strike the first foe to enter. You tell your servant to hide in the wardrobe. You will not let him die for your sake. The door bursts open and several armed peasants rush in. You stab one through the neck and kick another in the face, breaking his nose. The third dodges your blade as you swing, using his rough wooden quarterstaff to hit you in the side. The wind is knocked out of you, and you drop the knife. You go for your sword, but he bashes you upside the head with his staff. You fall to the floor, stunned, as he goes back to fighting your servant. You hear the scream of your servant as he is hit by the staff.
"Stop!" you scream. "I surrender! Let him live, and do what you want with me!"
The peasant with a broken nose grabs your arms and pulls them behind your body. "Anything? We can do anything to you? There's quite a list, you know..." he whispers in your ear as he rips your shirt open and exposes your chest. He drops his staff and runs his hand over your chest, lingering around your nipples. "I'm going to enjoy this..." You whimper a bit as he begins playing with you seductively. You think he's doing it just because he has power over you and wants to gloat. "Don't worry, my Lord" he says mockingly. "You're wanted in one piece by our leader...better make sure you behave." He walks away from you, looking at his two fellows. "Bind his hands and put him in the wardrobe." You sit there as they bind your hands behind your back. Your servant looks at you, his eyes questioning whether he should rush ahead and try to save you. You shake your head subtly. You are going to make sure he--and as many other servants--live on this day. You are thrown in the wardrobe, the door slammed shut behind you. You hear your servant whimper as he is presumably beaten. Then, everything goes quiet.
You hear nothing for several long minutes...then the sound of someone laughing to themselves echoes through the room. The wardrobe's doors are pulled open, and in front of you is a necromancer--no, not just any necromancer! Caedis the Necromancer! The one you banished from the kingdom three years ago! You killed dozens of his undead with your companions! "Hello, my hated enemy," he says.
"And a...good day to you too," you force out in a polite tone. "I assume you can call off your attack now that you've gotten what you wanted?"
Caedis walks around you in a circle, examining you. "Not quite," Caedis says with obvious glee in his voice. You shudder. His voice was always full of malice and spite. He never wanted to kill his enemies. He wanted to torture them and make them suffer. Find ways that their lives would be ruined forever, in ways they could never live down. Gouged eyeballs...broken limbs...cursed minds...you pray in vain that you will be spared on this occasion. Caedis reaches for a pair of vials on his belt, placing them in front of your eyes. "I came all this way to give you a gift...in two parts." He looks at the dark green vial. "This one'll affect your body," and looking at the dark blue vial, "and this one will affect your mind." He looks at you. "Tell me, my dearest enemy...which do you want first?"
The choices he gives you are somewhat oddly specific. It's almost as if...he wants you to choose the one that will cause the most suffering, and that's the one he'll give you first. "Do you want the one that affects your mind first, or your body?" You think long and hard about the options...you've always valued your quick wit and thinking. You may have been a handsome lord, but you never took pride in those looks. You open your mouth to speak, but hesitate. He isn't offering you a choice. He wants to know which of the two you DON'T want! It's a trick! Who is he and what does he want?
"I...I...think I'll..." you stammer out, "...go with the blue one first."
"I thought so," Caedis says. "So the green one it is!" His maniacal smile is unsettling as he uncorks the vial and pours it down your throat. It tastes utterly vile...and a shiver goes down your spine, as you feel your groin become numb...is he making you impotent? That seems strangely....straightforward for him. "Now, I'm sure you know," he starts, "that I'm not letting you go. But I'm going to let you go anyway." You look at him in confusion. "Which is a good thing...because you already are letting go!" He laughs and points at your crotch. You look down and see a wet stain spreading across your silk trousers...no! You're pissing your pants! The necromancer lets out a bark of laughter and you begin to scream. Your scream is suddenly stifled by a feeling of fullness in your bowels...oh no! You're messing yourself! You let out a cry of shame and agony as your sphincter relaxes and you release a flood of liquid poo into your trousers. You moan in humiliation as the smell hits your nostrils.
"Oh, don't worry, my dear rival!" Caedis says with mockery. "I have a solution to your problem!" He pours the blue vial down your throat...and this one tastes so much sweeter...as you find yourself suddenly excited...aroused...your full bladder releasing itself into your pants as you moan in ecstasy. You look down and see the mess you're in...and yet...all you can think about is how much you want to do it again. How you always want to be in wet and messy pants...how much you love having no control of yourself...how much you need to shame yourself in front of others...how much you love Caedis and his games... Caedis laughs. "It's time to go!"
You nod your head vigorously. "Oh yes, please! Let's go, let's go!"
Caedis laughs. "Oh? What happened to the lord who wanted me banished forever?"
You blush. "I...I want to be in wet and messy pants in front of you...and for you to see my lack of control..."
Caedis smiles. "Well, it's good to see the obedience and arousal potion works too. Very well. Come along, pants filler." You follow him out of the room, walking for long hours that seem to pass in minutes. He leads you to a room with a large cage in it. "Well, pants filler, get inside."
You look at him in confusion. "In there?" "Yes, in the cage!"
You nod and smile. "Yes, sir!" You step into the cage, looking confused at what he expects you to do next. "Um, sir? Now what?"
"What do you mean 'now what'? Now you wait!"
You nod. "Right...so I wait in the cage."
"Yes, now shush!" You become silent....and feel your cock stir at the thought of obeying another order from your Master. Wait...is Caedis your master? You shake the thought out of your head. It's not important right now. You were told to wait in the cage, so you wait. About an hour later, the cage door opens and you step out. You look around the room for the Necromancer. "Sir? Where are you?"
"I'm in here!" you hear him yell from a room to your right. You head inside and find yourself in a room filled with various torture devices. "What should I do with these, master?" you say, your wet pants now cold from hours of being wet with your piss.
"What do you think?" he replies.
"I should use them on you, master."
Caedis laughs. "So close...no, my sweet rival...they're for you! Why should I deny you all the fun? Afterwards, I might even let you change into clean pants! Won't that be nice?" You shiver in fear as you slowly realize what he means.
"I...I won't let you take me, Necromancer! I will be strong!"
Caedis bursts into laughter. "Oh my dear rival...what makes you think you have any say in the matter?" You look around the room, looking for something, anything you could use to escape. There's nothing. You're stuck in here with no way out. "Let's start with this one," Caedis says, holding up a whip. "Now, bend over for me, or you'll spend the rest of your say in your own shit."
"Never!" you yell, as the whip slashes through the air. You scream as it cuts through your pants, and your flesh underneath. You never thought pain like this was possible.
"Let's try this again....bend over. Now. Or there WILL be consequences..." You stand strong. You don't know how you could have seen this man as your master! He's...he's mad! But then he laughs. "Oh? Did I not tell you? How strong your desire to be obedient is directly related to how recently you've pissed your pants...you literally wet your willpower away! Isn't that wonderful?" Caedis asks.
You can't help but laugh in response. You start to notice that you're wetting your pants out of fear, and feel your resolve drain out of you. By the time your bladder is empty, you're so weak-willed that you'll do literally anything to avoid soiling yourself again. "Please, sir...please don't make me mess my pants again! Not before I get into clean ones! I want you to see me shit myself like a helpless slave boy!"
Caedis laughs. "Then bend over, boy." You bend over, and feel the whip slash into your backside. Pain shoots through you, as you let out a scream of agony. The whip feels like it's cutting into your very soul. The pain is so great you pass out.
You awaken in the cage, cuddled on the floor. You feel your very bones ache. You shift a little, and notice that there is a thickness around your groin that wasn't there before. You reach down and feel something...soft. It's a diaper. Caedis put you in a diaper. You feel anger rise in your chest...until you notice it's already a little wet. You pissed yourself while you were passed out. You truly have no control. You scream in rage, and curl up in a little ball. You're helpless, you can't think...you just feel the need to cry. You cry for what feels like hours. Eventually, the door to the room opens. You look up, and see your Master standing in the doorway.
"I'm here," he says, in a cheerful voice. You feel anger rising in you again.
"You BASTARD!" you scream, and Caedis laughs.
"I see someone woke up in a good mood," he says. "Don't worry, I'm here to make it better. Bend over."
You try to stand, but your muscles burn as if on fire. You grit your teeth, and try to ignore the pain. You manage to get up, and stare at your master. "Please...I beg you...please don't hurt me anymore," you say.
Caedis smiles genuinely. "Good. True obedience...not the compelled kind. Very well, you shall have your wish. But you will not be in my walls without a proper diaper on, pants filler." Caedis pulls down your pants, and puts a clean, thick diaper on you. "Lift your legs," he commands. You obey, and he puts on a fresh pair of pants. "Good. You are learning to be a good slave." You find yourself wanting to cry again...having given up your control, your authority, to this crazed caster...it's not fair! But...you don't resist. Not yet. Partially because you know what'll happen if you do...and partially because you know you'll obey anyway once you wet yourself again. "Well then," Caedis says. "Since I've made you happy, shall we play a game?"
You take a deep breath. "...sure."
"Great!" he says. "This is a fun one. It's called 'Find the Keys'." Caedis takes out two keys, and puts them on opposite ends of the room. He looks at you, and grins. "One of those keys opens the cage. The other goes to new manacles to wear around your wrists. Find the right key, or be ready for more confinement...."
You jump up, finding the energy to do so. You look around, and spot the keys. One hangs from the ceiling, the other rests on top of a high bookshelf. You wonder which the necromancer would have wanted you to find...surely he wants you in your new slave manacles...he'd want you to fail, wouldn't he? Or maybe he just wants you to stay in the cage...but if that were the case, he could have just left you in there to begin with. It is only then you feel it...the warmth spreading into your diaper...no! You're wetting yourself! That means...means...you feel even more strongly this time...the strong desire to obey your Master. To show your Master how pathetic you are. "Master....I peed my pants again..."
"I know," he says. "Find the key."
You look around the room, and realize you don't want to find the key...but you do want to obey your Master. "Please, Master...I want to show you how pathetic I am..."
"Good." He grins. "The desire to obey is there. Find the right key."
You stare at the keys. One of them is the key to your freedom. The other...the other is to show your Master just how much you want to obey. Which do you want to find? Finally...you realize how you can find the right key. "Master...which key goes to the manacles you want me to wear?"
"The key on the bookshelf," he says, grinning from ear to ear. You laugh happily, and dash over to the key! You did it! You found the right key! You sprint back to Caedis, your master. "Here is the key, sir!"
"Good," he says. "Now put it back and find the other one."
You stare at him in shock. "What?" He glares at you.
"You heard me, slave. Put back the key to your manacles and get the key to your freedom." You stare at him in confusion. "Do it, now."
You nod, tears forming in your eyes. You...you wanted to have your manacles! You wanted to show Master how pathetic you are! You... You grab the key to your freedom, and hold it out to him. He snatches it from your hands, before shoving you into the cage. He locks you inside, leaving you there for hours. He doesn't say anything to you for the rest of the day. No threats, no taunts, no torture. He just leaves you in your cage. You don't matter to him. You're just a slave to him. You cry into your pillow for hours, as he ignores you.
Finally, you fall asleep, and wake up the next day. You realize your diaper is full of your piss and shit. You must have lost all of your control as you slept. He truly has made you incontinent. Tears stream down your face as you realize that your own son could do this to you. You will never recover from this. You hear a click, and see that the door is opening. "Master?"
He steps inside, holding a plate of food. He stares at you, before sighing. "I'm releasing you from your cage." He unlocks the door and opens it. You jump to the plate of food, only now realizing it has been a day since eating your last meal. The stress of being under your Master's---no, don't think that--the Necromancer's control has made it hard to remember the passage of time. You devour the food, not even stopping to taste it. Finally, you realize that you're done, and look up at your Master. He stares at you with pity in his eyes. You're not sure why, until he takes a blood-red crystal from his pocket and waves it in front of you. You drop to your knees, prying at the collar with your fingers. It's tight...but it seems to be loosening! The pressure eases, and you gasp for air. "Wha...what did you do?"
"I decided to take mercy on you," he says. Your jaw drops. Mercy? The Necromancer--your son!--never showed mercy before. He wouldn't make you a slave, only to release you. Something is wrong here. "Stand up," he commands. You obey, still shocked by this turn of events. He smiles, and leads you out of the room. He opens the next door down the hall, and leads you inside. You find yourself in a large library. Shelves of books cover three of the four walls, filled with knick-knacks and other things. A large table sits in the middle of the room, covered with more books, as well as bottles filled with brightly-colored liquids and gems of every color of the rainbow. "This is my workshop," he says. "It's also your new home."
You look at him in horror. "But...where will I sleep?"
He stares at you for a long moment. Then, he bursts out laughing. He laughs for a full minute, before calming down. "I'm sorry," he says. "It's just...you looked so frightened! No, there's a bedroom through that door over there." He points to a plain-looking door. "Now, let's get to work." He sits down at the table and arranges a few of the objects on it. Then, he looks at you. "I need a potion brewer. Someone to gather ingredients and help me in my experiments. This is your job from now on."
You stare at him in horror. This man...he's not the Necromancer. The Necromancer tried to take over the kingdom! He slayed your wife--his MOTHER--in cold blood when she pleaded for him to stop. The Necromancer, slayer of the innocent, current controller of your very bladder and bowels...wants your help? And you feel drawn to it. Against all of your instincts, you feel like helping him. You can't help but agree.
He smiles. "Perfect." "Now, first fetch the bowls and glassware. Make sure to clean any that need it--there's a basin in the corner for that."
You fetch the bowls and glassware, and soon you're working steadily, side by side. He talks as you work, telling you about his day. It's so...pleasant. Unnerving, almost frightening. The Necromancer is a master of fear, and here you are, not fearing him at all. "So," he says, smiling at you. "How do you like your new life?"
You actually smile when he asks...how? How are you enjoying yourself? Dare you try to...treat him like a human instead of your Master? "Well...I don't like how I wear diapers now, that's for sure..."
He laughs, a surprisingly warm sound. "I needed some way to remind you who's in charge...even when you're not in the cage. I wanted you to feel humiliated and helpless, like you had no control over the most basic things in life...well? Did it work?"
You look down at your shaking knees. "...yes..."
He pats you on the head. "Good. I'm glad you understand." You're about to raise your eyes to meet his... and his hand reaches out to squeeze your diaper...it's wet! Wait...when did you wet it? And why didn't you feel so...subservient when you wet it? When you want to serve him...you just obey. But when you don't, you can resist? And now, his hand is on your head, ruffling your hair...you feel strangely happy. It feels like...well, like having a dad. No! You're letting him brainwash you! Remember the pain he caused you! The tears he made you cry! The anguish... The moment you think about such things...you begin to feel your pants fill. No! Not now! This isn't the time to mess your diaper!
The Necromancer...looks concerned. "Are you okay?"
You're...confused. Why is he being so nice to you? He's trying to fool you into trusting him. "I...had an accident..." you stammer out, hoping to not have to say it out loud.
"Oh dear. Well, that's okay. I know it's a little scary when you mess yourself...I'll take care of you." He reaches down to unfasten your pants and slide them off.
"What? I can change myself!" you exclaim, only realizing now that you've never once tried to take off your diapers. In fact, the very idea of taking off your diaper fills you with such fear that you snap your hands back, like pulling them away from a viper. This must be more of the Necromancer's doing! He's changing you like a baby...and you're letting him! You quickly try to stand up...only to find that the sudden movement and the tightness of your pants have made a mess of your diaper...it's slopped over the sides of your diaper and onto your legs and the chair.
"Oh dear, you're really wet. I'll have to change you before we play our game." The Necromancer chuckles.
"Please...please don't. I can do it myself!" You blurt out desperately.
He smiles, but shakes his head. "I know you can, but I want to help you. I'm sure it'll be fun for both of us."
You can't believe what you're hearing...he actually wants to change your diaper like a baby. You open your mouth to argue...only to find yourself arguing the opposite. "Oh, please will you change me, daddy?" Your hands fly up to your mouth. No! You didn't mean that! But that moment of clarity helps you figure out the curse your mind is under...it's only when you resist that you feel strong desires to obey and please...and you're resisting a diaper change...
He grins, almost guessing your revelation. "I'll be back in a moment. I have to go get the stuff." He leaves you, walking out of the room and leaving you alone to your thoughts... Your mind reels. You're allowed to be yourself...as long as you don't resist? That means that if you were to go with the flow...accept things...you'd be fine. But would you really? It's not likely that he'd just let you go if you played along...so what does he have planned for you? The door opens, and the Necromancer walks in, carrying a large bag. He sets it down on the floor, smiling at you. "Now, we can get started."
You try to speak, but find that all you can do is whimper. He frowns. "What's the matter? Don't you like diapers?"
You...you want to deny it...scream...yell...anything but accept it. But that would be resisting. And resisting drains your willpower into nothing when you're in wet pants. No....you can't say that. But...you can state the truth. "I didn't like diapers until you fed me those potions."
He frowns, then sighs. "Would it make you happier, being able to control yourself? Would you be willing to remain here if I gave you control back?"
You hesitate. If you say yes, then you'd be a liar and a coward. If you say no, you lose your only chance at freedom. The answer's obvious. You have to lie. "Yes."
He grins, then snaps his fingers. You gasp, as you feel your entire body fill with an odd sensation. You can...you can think clearly! You shake your head, feeling the strongest effects of the potion wear off. "I did not think you would take the offer. Now, stand up."
You slowly do so, feeling the urge to run, to fight, anything but obey this man. But...if you run now, he would just curse you again...and he'd never let you go if that happened. Your SON would never let you go if that happened...and so you stand up, slowly, moving towards him. He smiles, and motions you towards the bag on the floor. You reach into it, pulling out a simple pair of cotton underwear. You hold them up and examine them, then slide them on.
It is only then that you feel it...a strong urge to pee...you turn around and beg the Nercromancer to tell you where you can relieve yourself... The man laughs, and shows you the way to a small room with a hole in the floor. You walk inside, pulling down your underwear and sitting over the hole. You let out a sigh of relief as your urine spews out of your body, into the hole. It feels so relieving...you could almost cry. You...you made it! You're out of diapers!
Until the Necromancer laughs. "Don't think you have nighttime control down yet. It'll be weeks until those bladder and bowel muscles of yours can hold back for more than a few minutes..." You sigh, standing and pulling up your underwear. It feels...odd. You're not sure how to feel about it, but you pull up your pants and step out of the bathroom. The Necromancer looks at you, and pulls out a few...black items. "These, Skylar, are leather pants. They're made of non-magical leather, but they still cost a lot. I want you to put them on."
You reach out, taking the pants from him. You slowly slide them on, and he gives you a belt that matches. You put that on as well, and then he holds out a shirt. It's...black, and has a few silver buttons. You hold it up, seeing if it fits, and...it's rather tight around the chest and arms.
"Now, if you wet those, you're back in diapers. No exceptions. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," you say, only then realizing what the Necromancer said before. You don't have much control anymore? "May I ask...why can't I use the toilet like I used to? Didn't you break your curse?"
The Necromancer stares at you, before sighing. "I thought you would know how more about how alchemy worked," Caedis said, disappointed. "Even when a potion effect is dispelled, the remnants still have to leave the body. It'll take days, if not weeks, for your control to fully return. Think of yourself more like...a toddler in training to hold their pee."
You nod, sighing. So much for this being over...you feel it again. A strong urge to pee. You dash to the room with a hole in the floor again, barely getting off your pants before your bladder releases.
"See?" the Necromancer says. "You really should put your diapers back on."
You shake your head. You WILL stay dry...and prove that you don't need diapers anymore. At least..not during the day. "If you say so," the Necromancer says.
"I'll be in the next room. Knock on the door if you need me."
He leaves, and you sigh. There's plenty you can learn in the library...and it's time to get to work. You have all the potions he asked you to brew...and perhaps one or two more of your own. Caedis the Necromancer trusted you...and now he would wish he hadn't. You've learned a lot from your time here, and it's time to put that learning to good use.
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