Daycare dragon stories, part 3

The following are some Twitter stories I've posted over the last couple of weeks. Enjoy!

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You've been battling this dragon for five exhausting minutes. You came prepared. Magical
defenses to conquer their regressive magic, wards to protect yourself from their razor sharp
claws, trap sense to avoid potential mishaps, and big kid undies, because you're a big kid.

You fire off another volley of magic missiles, ducking out of the way of a tail swipe, they
connect with a series of thuds. The room is totally obscured with thick fog. It's difficult to see
anything, although you can hear just fine. You're good at hearing! You like stories.

This entire time, the dragon has been talking to you, taunting you. You love the sound of his
voice, it's almost enough to persuade you to stop the attack. He keeps talking about dumb
big dragons stuff that's NOT TRUE. It makes you huff and blush as he speaks.

Like, for example, he keeps talking about your accidents!! Thats private! You don't tell
anyone that you wet the bed and sometimes your pants! You're in undies because you're a
big kid, not a baby who needs diapers! You fire off a firebolt, but it totally misses.

And then you make your fatal mistake. You trip over the dragon's tail. It wraps around you
and lifts you up, face to face with the dragon. You stare into his eyes and you can't look
away. They're deep and blue and you feel like you could stare into them forever.

The dragon continues to speak, the concentration on your spells destroyed. The words
soften your thoughts. You're completely focused on those eyes, deeper and deeper, unable
to think, unable to act. You pants warm as your maturity is stripped. Potty training is
pointless.

Your mind begins to darken. Thinking becomes impossible. You don't have to think. You're a
baby. Babies let their caretakers do the thinking for them. All you have to worry about is
filling your diapers and being a good little baby. You're a good baby. You love diapers. And
you love your dragon caretaker.

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You're wearing a plushsuit at the local fur con. You don't really remember when you put it on,
nor do you remember awkwardly waddling down to the main floor. But here you are. Your
first instinct is to take off the suit, but your massive paws prevent you from doing so.

You walk around the con, trying to find someone to help. You spot a friend! You wave your
clumsy paws at them. You bring them up to your head, unable to stifle a giggle. Your big
paws are so cute and you feel almost like you're getting into character a little. It IS comfy...
Your friend comes up and gives you a hug. GOSH hugs feel so good! Plushies are good for
hugs! You try to talk, but you just now notice that your mouth is occupied by a chewy,
rubbery bulb. You suckle at this hidden pacifier. That's right, plushies don't talk on their own!

Your friend presses your left paw. A speakerbox chimes up. Oh! This is one of your seven
special phrases! "Thicking is hard! Plushies don't need to think!" That's... true. You really
shouldn't be having thoughts. You feel warmth inside you, spreading around your crotch.

Your friend is also giggling. They look like they're having a fun time with you! You're their
plush after all! They press again. "I love snuggles! Plushies love helping friends make
stickies!" Your friend is squirming a little, their pants obviously tented. You hug them.

The rest of your phrases make perfect sense. You're a plush with no thoughts, just stuffing in
that head. And plush friends just want to be humped and grinded up against by their little
friends. Yours has their thumb in their mouth and a wet spot on their pants.

You're taken by your big, bappy paw back to their room. Your bestest friend in the whole
wide world straddles on top of you, babbling about things you can't comprehend. The faint
sound of crinkling can be heard from within your suit. You don't think about it. Plushies don't
think

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You grab at your tummy. Mmmmfff!! Oh God, it's... It's so much pressure! You can hold it!
You can make it! You chose to play a game with your dragon captor for your freedom. The
game? Make it to the potty, which is on the other side of the room before you fudge your
huggies.

You're in a diaper that's THICK. God thinking about the crinkly, leg-spreading diaper that's
wrapped around you right now makes you want to just stop in place and crouch down and...
No! You have to snap out of it! You can't let the dragon win! You grunt and press onwards,
awkwardly

"What's the matter little stinker? It looks like you might have just had an accident. Why don't
you let me check that diaper of yours? Little ones rarely ever know when they've gone potty,
after all." The syrupy words make you feel funny. Your confidence fades a little as your mind
absorbs them

What if you HAD already had an accident and didn't know? The dragon wouldn't be that
cruel would he? You need some form of reassurement, of comfort, so you pull your thumb to
your mouth and suck on it. Ease washes over you. Your anxiety lessens. You can make it!

"It's so hard to make it to the potty, isn't it? So much effort, so much thinking. It feels so good
to just let go. Let it all out. Get rid of those worries and thoughts. You don't need potty
training. You can just go potty in your pants! In your diaper!" You stop in your tracks
You repeat the dragon's words, without realizing it. "I can go potty in my diaper. I can go
potty in my diaper. Go potty in my diaper. Gotta go potty!! Mmmffff!!!" You squat down and
push. It's so easy! You can go potty in your diaper! The seat of your diaper expands as you
let go

It feels SO GOOD!! Why on Earth were you even trying to make it to the potty?? You can
just go poopy in your pampers! "Good little stinker! You did such a good job!" You really did!
You ARE a good stinker! You swell with pride and walk wide-legged to your dragon friend to
hug him

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Introduction to Daycare Dragon Literature was the final elective you were able to fit in your
tight schedule this semester. Assuming you pass your courses, you'll graduate the Arcane
Academy. This should be one of those easy As you hear so much about (yet manage to
miss).

Arriving in class, you are greeted by a massive, bespectacled, red dragon. He took up most
of the floor by the chalkboard. Ah, it appears the Academy has a guest lecturer for this
course. That's not unheard of, although you really weren't expecting a live dragon to teach
you

"Class, find your seats. I trust everyone has a copy of the curriculum textbook?" Oh, yes, the
"textbook" was really a collection of modified children's stories, complete with illustrations.
You roll your eyes and pull it out. "Very good. Now everyone, please turn to page 23."

The dragon opens up a copy of his own book and begins reading out loud. The story is a
simple one about a knight wishing to quest and gain glory, but he is always embarrassed in
key moments by accidents. The class giggles when the dragon describes these accidents.

The knight has a run-in with a Mommy Sphinx, who gives him the excellent idea of wearing
diapers. Duh! Of course! Why didn't the knight realize that sooner? Diapers help keep your
pants dry when you can't make it to the potty like a big kid! The class murmurs in agreement.

Your dragon friend concludes story time as the knight wows a crowd in a jousting event in
poopy pampers. You look up from the colorful pictures of the book, realizing now that the
lecture hall is foggy and smells like a nursery. Your pants are soaked! You must have had an
accident!

"That concludes today's lecture. I noticed that several of you had trouble making it to the
potty. Please come to class with proper protection next time. Anyone found without a diaper
will be spanked, and I am not a light spanker. Let me know if you need a change, as well."

You exited the class, giggling about how many of your classmates had gone potty in their
pants, not thinking of your own puddly pants. You couldn't wait for story time tomorrow! You
can tell that this is going to be your favorite class this whole semester!

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"A visitor! In my lair! I wonder why you're here... Oh no, you don't have to leave any time
soon! Stay a while.... Gotcha! Please stop squirming little one, I don't want to start our
meeting off with a spanking. There, breathe in deeply... Look into my eyes..."

"I wonder why you would come to visit a daycare dragon? It must be because of those
soaked pants! Ah, that's it, breathe in... Yes just as I thought, you didn't know you had to go
potty. Have you ever known when you had to go? I know, it's so hard to go potty like a big
kid"

"All those wet pants, all those soaked sheets. It's so embarrassing! You thought you were
potty trained, but really you've never made it to the potty before, have you? That's right, think
back, remember all those dozens, hundreds, thousands of big accidents..."

"Do you even remember what the potty looks like? You don't? Gosh, little one, you just aren't
ready to be a big kid! This attempt at potty training was a failure. No, no, it's ok! Shhh, shhh,
it's ok. We're going to get you changed back into a diaper. That's right! A DIAPER."

"Look into my eyes, hear my words. You have no thoughts. You are a blank slate... There.
You love your diapers. You need your diapers. It feels good and natural to go potty in your
diapers. You aren't a big kid, you're a baby. And babies wear diapers and don't think. Good."

"Alright little one, let's get you changed! Those soaky pants must be really uncomfortable!
What would you like to get changed into? A diaper? That sounds like a wonderful idea! Such
a smart little stinker! I can tell that we're going to be great friends..."

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Your dragon friend places down a training potty in front of you. It's painted baby blue and
has colorful cloud designs painted on it. You shuffle in place, diaper loudly crinkling.
Something about seeing this makes you feel anxious. It just... It's kind of scary, is all.

"This, little one, is a training potty. Do you know how to use the potty, little hero?" You shake
your head. You know what it is and have some vague notion of what a potty is supposed to
be used for, but... Ugh looking at it just makes you feel upset. You hug the dragon's large
forearm.

"Ahh, there there, don't worry, we'll take this away, there we go. What would you rather go
potty in, little one?" You blush and mumble something beneath your breath, embarrassed to
say the "d" word. The dragon strokes your hair and pulls you up so you're close to his face.

"Listen to me little baby, look into my eyes. My words are all that is important. Little babies
use their diapers. Little babies love their diapers. Little babies don't know what the potty is.
They don't remember anything about the potty. All they care about are thick, warm, safe
diapers."

Some time later, your dragon caretaker places down this... Thing... In front of you. It's so
confusing. It's like a bowl, but with some kind of seat on it? It's painted in colorful and fun
patterns, but that's about the only thing you can make out about this mysterious object.

"This, little one, is a training potty. Do you know how to use the potty?" You shake your
head. The "potty?" What on Faerun is that? Like, you GO potty in your big, thick diapers!
Obviously, everyone knows that! Why would you need training for that?

You nurse on your pacifier. The word "potty" reminds you of something... But what? You
bend over and scrunch up your face, mumbling to yourself how much you love making big
messes in your diaper. Your seat expands with warm mush and you feel satisfied

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You open the door to your house. You had just returned home from your after-school club,
so it's no surprise that your older sister is at the house already. Huh, it looks like she has a
couple of huge boxes. She slices the tape and pulls out a package of adult diapers.

Your face goes ashen as she turns to you. "The package had your name on it. Did you order
these, kiddo?" The phrase "kiddo" hits you like a shockwave. You... Did order these.
They're... For... You. You feel your muscles loosen, your bladder draining into your pants,
puddling

You had no idea that your sister had been making hypnotic suggestions to you while you
slept. In fact, your slow progression of discovering your love for diapers felt natural. You had
totally randomly searched for them one day. And you never stopped looking

In fact, you had forgotten about ordering the several cases of diapers. It was like a memory
completed by someone else. But the trigger word from Big Sis had totally brought it back. Six
months of slow conditioning flooded your brain, just like you flooding your pants

"Uh-oh! Looks like little kiddo had a soaky pants accident! Don't worry sweetie, big sis is
here for you. C'mon, your new diapers just showed up, let's get you changed." This is all like
a dream, but it feels so right. These diapers are yours, and you are meant to wear them.

You resolve right then to reveal how much you need diapers to your parents and all of your
friends. The idea feels like your own, but in fact is just another “suggestion” provided by your
loving sister. Your so excited to stop hiding the “truth:” you're a big, diaper-loving baby

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"Haha, but yeah like, wouldn't it be funny if we wore diapers? You know! Like as a joke
haha!" Your friends turned to you. One quirked his eyebrow. You gulp. Oh god, you just said
that, didn't you? You blew it. They know they know THEY KNOW. Abort conversation!

"Haha, I was just kidding, not being serious. I definitely wasn't wanting us to all wear diapers!
And I totally wasn't thinking about USING those diapers!" The "d" word comes out just in
time for your voice to crack. Your friends look at each other, as if having a silent
conversation.

"Seriously, just forget I said anything about d-diapers!" Oh crap, your heart is racing. You're
turned on, but also this is the most terrifying thing that's ever happened to you. Your best
friend turns back to you and opens his mouth to say something, but his interrupted by
hissing

Oh no oh no oh no, this is a REALLY bad time to pee your pants! I mean, it's always a bad
time to wet yourself in front of your friends, but talking about DIAPERS and peeing yourself?!
This is basically your biggest nightmare ever! There's no way this is real!

"Hey, is everything ok? Did you have a leak? Do you need a change?" You're startled awake
by a hand on your shoulder. You had fallen asleep in class and there was a puddle under
your desk. Your best friend, thick padding bulging obviously under his pants, is next to you

"Yeah, it looks like you leaked. Sounds like you had a nightmare! Was it the one where none
of us wore diapers, again? Yeah, I get that sometimes. I also get ones about something
called a 'toilet' that are super scary. C'mon, let's get you changed!"

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