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-WOW! - Angel Dust screamed out, just after snorting a line of crushed extasy in the women's bathroom. -That's some good shit!

He bashed a fist against the wall and stomped his leg a few times.

-Damn! This sure hits hard!

He took out a baggie of cocaine and, without much hesitation, stuffed his face into the baggie, snorting it all up.

-Angel? - Charlie opened one of the stalls.

-Huh? - he turned around and quickly put on a huge smile right before blood started streaming from his nose.

-You...you alright there, buddy? - Charlie asked, in a drunken mumble.

-Sure am! What about you?

-I'm...are you sure you're alright? You seem...a bit off...

-Get off my back, will ya! - Angel snapped.

-Fine...fine... - Charlie waved him off.

Angel strode out of the bathroom.

-Fucking junkie...

#

-You know... - Angel Dust spoke, through a drunken mumble. -I like you style, Al, can I call you Al.

-You may certainly not. - Alastor spoke with radio buzz to his voice, without breaking his smile.

-Well, Al, I like your style. The whole...retro 30s gangster motherfucker schtick. You really make it work. -Angel said, stirring his drink with one hand and dragging a finger over Alastor's arm with the other.

-You are easy to impress, aren't you?

-Oh! Keep talking to me like that. I have a thing...for humiliation.

-Boy! You have a thing for everything! - Alastor downed his whiskey in one gulp and motioned the bartender for one more. - I swear boy, there aren't enough things in the world to thing up any and all things in you.

-Heh...I'll take that as a compliment.

-Are you guys having fun? - Charlie jumped between the pair, pulling them to her. - It's sooooooo good for you to be having fun. Fun is...like...a golden chalice...filled with...what am I thinking of?

-Cum? - Angel suggested.

-Friendship! - she blurted out. - Like a whole bunch...of...liquid...friendship...able to rejuvenate you...to show you what's...important...sweet...sticky...dense...friendship...

-Are you sure you aren't thinking of cum?

-Charlie, my dear! You should really ease up on the liquor. I don't think you will like the morning after. - Alastor cautioned her and downed his whiskey once more, ordering another.

-Pffft...I'll be fiiinee... - Charlie mumbled and turned around going back to her table. - Vaggie! Come here! Let me explain to you the consistency of friendship!

-Mm-mm-mm. That girl can not handle her liquor at all.

-Unlike you... - Angel Dust purred, observing as the radio demon downed another glass. - You sure do have a way of... pouring liquids down your throat...I like that in a man.

-You really don't know when to quit, do you?

-What can I say? If I like something, I get that something.

Alastor cocked his brow at the spider-demon and gulped his whiskey once more.

-I can tell that both of us are going to have a good time... - Angel said, finishing his drink.

-Oh, my little drinking companion...if your wish came true... - Alastor said, his tone turning darker and his voice crackling more and more - I would absolutely destroy you.

-Kinky!

The atmosphere suddenly lightened up.

-Alrighty then!

-What? Really?!

-Sure! After all, you did want something "kinky", right? I'm sure I can oblige. Bartender! Six shots of "Red bite". Clean.

The bartender worriedly poured the drinks as Alastor observed him. Angel Dust, a bit surprised, fixed up his hair and straightened up, before leaning in front of the demon.

-I'll be frank with you, Al...

-Don't call me Al.

-I didn't think you'd be keen on it...

-Don't over think it, my boy! - Alastor pushed Angel aside, sliding three shots towards him. - Just...enjoy the night.

The pair guzzled down their drinks in an instant, the liquid burning up Angel's throat like nothing he had ever drunk before.

-So...how...how do you wanna...do this... - Angel mumbled. -Do you want me to take charge...or...

Angel's vision blurred as he fell to the ground blacking out.

#

An alarm clock rung right next to Angel's splitting head.

-Rise and shine, albino arachnid acquaintance! It's time to jump out of bed and seize the day. - Alastor opened the curtains over the sleeping Angel.

-What the fuck is wrong with you? - Angel turned around, covering his head with the pillow. -A guy should be allowed to sleep in after a long night of drinking.

-Yes. Hmm...About that. You aren't very good at it, are you?

-You're the one who gave me some fucked up, suicidal moonshine.

-Indeed. Yet, here I am, fresh as a cucumber. While you... - Alastor observed the demon. - ...you are more of a pickle, really.

Angel didn't answer, opting to close his eyes and trying to sleep again. He moved around in the bed, feeling something quite odd. He put his hands between his legs and...

-Holy fuck, dude! Is this a diaper! - he exclaimed.

-Yes, sir-eee.

Angel examined the diaper a bit, noticing how it was a few sizes too small for his...manhood.

-You are really into some kinky shit, aren't you? Hell, if you wanted me call you "daddy", you should have just said so. I'm usually down with more naughty stuff, but this...this is weird. Even for you. Which is saying a lot, actually. Did you want me to ask for my bottle and then go nappy-nappy? - Angel laughed. -Couldn't you have gotten me a larger size? My junk's poking out of it! - Angel tried to undo the straps. -So what happened? You did me in a diaper while I was asleep? Wouldn't have though you were one of those types.

-Nothing like that, no. -Alastor stated calmly while examining his nails.

-Ah, man. I didn't even get laid? Fuck...hey, this thing...this thing really is strapped tight, isn't it? What the fuck?

-Oh, my friend. - the radio demon tapped his staff. - You have no idea how tight it is...

Angel's eyes went wide.

-Okay...weird.

-You see. - Alastor spun around and grabbed a cup of coffee as he gazed through the window. -This is a very special torture device you've got on yourself.

-The diaper?

-I supposed it looks like one. It's been used to teach humility and restraint to those who tend to...overextend...if you catch my drift.

Angel scratched his head.

-I don't follow.

-No? Alright. I'll be quick and to the chase, you little sugarling. Do you like your pecker?

-My pecker? Sure. Was a real help with getting me my gig.

-Yes, well... -Alastor checked his pocket watch. -How's your endurance like?

-My...endurance?

-Your endurance! Your vitality! Your manly strength! Your finishing time!

-Do you mean how much time I need to cum? - Angel smiled. -Enough...you could have checked that yourself last night.

-Heh...well...you can kiss both goodbye.

-What?

Alastor clicked a button on his pocket watch and a green wave expanded from it, filling out the room and dispensing.

-Here's the deal pipsqueak. You need to get someone to change your diaper, without telling them why you need it. For every hour that passes and you still have it on you, your Johnson will halve in size. But fear not, wipe that look off your face, for each time your member shrinks, your sensitivity doubles. How's that for a trade-off, eh?

-You son of a bitch!

Angel jumped towards Alastor, but with a snap of his fingers the spider demon found himself suspended in midair by numerous black tentacles extending from the dark corners of the room.

-Careful now, boy. You are in en ough trouble as it is...

Alastor waved his hand and Angel Dust fell to the ground.

-Besides. If you, by any chance, ejaculate in the diaper, the effects are permanent. So you better get a move on.

Angel Dust rubbed his butt as he got up, bruising it in the fall.

-Hey, Al, do you want to change my diaper, by any chance?

-HA! Good one, kid. You're a real hoot! Now... get the fuck out of my room.

#

-Great...can't believe I get myself stuck in another magical fucking trap. It's like the obedience collar all over again. Fucking...fucked up elk man.

Angel walked through the halls of the hotel. He checked the grandfather clock besides him. He still had about fifty minutes before the first reduction occurred. Easy enough. He could just ask Charlie. She's a goodie goodie two shoes who wants to help everyone. She'd be perfect.

-Good morning mister Dust. - Niffty sprang out from one of the corners.

-Fucking Hell, Niffty! You almost scared the shit out of me! - Angel jumped back.

-Good thing you are prepared for just such a scenario, hehe... - the little maid giggled, noticing Angel's diaper -Um...oh, my...mister...your...thing is showing...

-Huh? Oh, yeah...it's a little big, can't be helped...Say! Niffty! Would you be a dear and...you know...change my diaper?

-Change it?! - the demon went red. -That's...oh, no...that's I can't really do that, sire...it would be...against the rules.

-Rules? What rules?

-Mister Alastor, sir. He said I shouldn't help in this specific circumstance.

-Come on! - Angel scratched the back of his head. -You'll be doing me favor...please?

-Oh? Have you soiled yourself, sir?

-Am!! Well, no! But...

-Have you made tinkle?

-Have I made what?

-You know. Tinkle.

-I haven't pissed myself if that's what you are asking.

-Then, I am afraid, I can not be of service to you. I'm sure you can find someone else.

And with a cheery giggle, Niffty ran away, continuing her duty and dusting the hotel.

-Great.

#

Charlie gazed up at the ceiling, a bag of ice on her forehead and a mug of coffee in her hand. There was a knock on her door.

-Ugh... - she murmured underneath her nose. - Come in.

Angel slipped into her room, closing the door behind him.

-Hey, Charlie-girl. How's the morning treating you?

-Angel? What do you want? - Charlie groaned.

-Oh...seems like had a rough one. Haven't seen you drink like that before. Hehe. Gluck-gluck-gluck.

Charlie turned around in her bed.

-What do you want?

-Straight to the point. As always. I like that about you, you know. No, beating around the bush. Something needs doing and you are there, strap-on at the ready, and you start doing it.

Charlie just grumbled.

-Yeah. Well. - Angel said, gently tapping his arm. -You see. I am in a bit of a predicament. I've got this...

-I'm not changing your diaper, Angel. - Charlie said, without looking at the spider demon.

-You...you know about that?

-You damn dick is showing. It's hard to notice. Besides. - Charlie turned around and drank from her coffee. - Alastor told me about it.

-Oh...that slime. - Angel clenched his fist.

-I think it would be humbling experience for you. It's going to help you with your rehabilitation.

-HOW IS NOT HAVING A DICK AND LOSING MY JOB GOING TO HELP ME REHABILITATE?

-You can go one day without fornicating with someone, can't you?

-Well that's a bunch of bull crap.

#

Half an hour was about to pass. Neither Husk nor Vaggie were there, they started working half an hour after Angel's first punishment.

The experience was...well it wasn't painful, that's for sure.

Angel felt a little pressure around his crotch, as if he had a cloud between his legs. A tingling sensation ran up and down his cock and in a blink of an eye...

Puff.

Half the size.

It wasn't so bad. It wasn't painful. And he just needed to get this thing off and there won't be any problems left.

He took a step forward.

-WOW!

He screamed when a wave of pleasure rushed from the tip of his dick, through his shaft and up his spine. So that's what double the pleasure meant. It was. It was pretty nice actually. But at the price of becoming half the man he was. He had to see this through.

He made another step and his cock once more grazed the diaper. And once again he was rushed with a wave of pleasure.

This.

Was going to be a tough one.

#

-So...Husk. How you been doing? - Angel managed to groan out, lightly shifting from side to side, his sensitive cock making it rather difficult to sit still.

-What do ya want, freak? - Husk answered, opening up a bottle. -It's 10: 13 A.M. and papa hasn't had his happy juice. So either order something, or get lost.

-Oh, Husky, can I call you Husky?

-Not a chance.

-You see, I've got this...little problem.

-I don't give a fuck.

-You just might...I can make it worth your while. -Angel said in the most seductive way that he could muster, considering the circumstances.

-You ain't really my type, fruit cake.

-Fine. What do you want?

-Depends. What do you want done? - he said, drinking straight from the bottle.

-You see, I've got this diaper. - Angel whispered.

Husk stopped drinking.

-And I need it removed.

He put the bottle down.

-And you want me to do it?

-Well...not you, exactly, but you are my best bet.

-Why do you have a diaper on?

-It's complicated. I can't really explain because of some unfortunate....

-Can't you just take it off yourself?

-It don't work like that, Husky.

Husk took a deep breath, took another gulp from the bottle and turned towards Angel Dust.

-Listen. There is no way in Hell I am going to touch your fucking diaper. I refuse to be part of your sick, fetish thing. Now. Would you kindly. Please. Get THE FUCK off my bar?

-Well you're a bit of a grouch.

-I will body slam you through the floor, Angel Dust!

#

-H-Hey there, Vaggie. - Angel said, walking uncomfortably, legs wide apart.

-What do you want?

-You see...I've got this small issue... - he said, fixing up his diaper.

-Uh-uh... - she cut him off, while sifting through papers.

-I'm in a bit of a situation.

-Does this have anything to do with that diaper you've got on?

-Wow. Straight to the point. Quite the sharp shooter. Bang-bang. - he made a pair finger guns.

-So does it? - she said sharply, piercing him with her gaze.

-Mmm....maybe. - he answered, pulling the diaper to one side, trying to have it not graze his penis.

Vaggie turned her attention back towards her desk and found whatever documents she had been looking for and proceeded to violently stuff them inside a folder.

-That doesn't really sound like it's my problem, now does it, Angel?

-Listen, Vaggie...

-No. You listen. I don't like you. I don't like the way you look, the way you talk, the way you act, the way just go around with your horny schtick. As far I'm concerned, you do your fucking infantile fetish thing anywhere you want, as long as it's far away from me. I despise you, Angel Dust. Now. Get the Hell out of my office.

-Well, you didn't have to say...

-NOW!

#

-No, no, Moxxie, you aren't listening to me. I know we don't_NEED_ a thermonuclear gauss riffle. I'm only saying that it just might make most future jobs easier. You get me?

-Sir, with all due respect. We do not have the money for that. We lost all our savings with last week's clown fiasco.

-Oh, yeah? Well, who made you chief accountant of the firm?

Moxxie exhaled, massaging his forehead gently.

-You did, sir. When you fired the previous accountant. Because you didn't have enough money to pay her.

-Mox, you gotta learn to stop living in the past and being chained up such "maybes" and "ifs" when talking about-

-Hey! Blitzø! There's someone on the phone for ya! - Loona screamed from the next room over.

-Hang on a sec, Mox, this could be important.

Blitzø opened the door and turned to Loona.

-Who is it?

-Some guy named Angel Dust. He sounds a bit...

Loona jumped as the bullet exploded the phone. Blitzø stood still, brow furrowed, eyes serious and deadly, his flintlock pistol still smoking.

#

-Huh. What a rude bitch. - Angel Dust said and closed the phone.

He stepped away, trying to walk with his legs separated as much as he could. He was running out of options. And any moment now the next...

Puff.

Once more, the curse had taken its' toll. Three inches in length now. Well, at least that was it. He could still reverse it, he just had to go and find...

The pleasure was nothing like he had ever experienced before. It passed through him like a tidal wave, smashing his brain onto the rocks.

His knees shook. He could cum from just walking. It was more than possible. He had to think of a way to fix this quick. If he didn't move, soon enough, standing still would lead him to an orgasm. What could he do?

There were certain other problems that came along with the diaper.

#

-Hey, Angel, how's it going? - Charlie said as she saw the demon, sitting on the ground, sulking.

-Hey... - he answered quietly.

-How's your quest going?

-Not...not good, Charlie. Not good.

-Oh?

She looked at the clock. It was already 10:43.

-You should get a move on I'm guessing.

-Yeah...yeah, I should.

Charlie observed the demon. She had never seen him as glum and decided to approach him, sitting right next to him.

-You want to tell me what's the matter?

Hesitant at first, Angel spoke in a low and quiet tone.

-I...I couldn't find anyone willing to get this thing off of me. And the curse hit me a second time. Now I can barely move without...without cumming. And to top it all off...I...I...

-Come on now, you can tell me.

-I pissed myself, ok? - he yelled out. - There. I did it. I couldn't go to the toilet and even if I could, I couldn't take this damn thing off of me. Now I'm stuck here. Sitting in my piss. Fuck! I hate this.

Charlie rubbed her chin.

-You know what? I think you might have learned your lesson. I'm going to change your diaper!

Angel perked up.

-Seriously? You mean it?

-Sure do!

-That's great, but...I can't really get up from here...whoa!

With one hand, Charlie managed to throw Angel Dust over her shoulder and walked off to the upper floor.

-You're pretty strong there.

-A bit. But you're just a featherweight.

-It's part of my arachnid nature.

Charlie one of the numerous doors and entered a room that, strangely enough, resembled a nursery. Angel Dust looked around the baby-blue room with all of its' toys scattered on the floor, cupboards that seemed to be filled with baby formula and bags of diapers and the changing table.

-Say, has this place been here before?

-Why, yes. You can't just add extra rooms to a building willy-nilly.

-I know, I mean, has it always been a nursery- WHOA

Charlie threw the demon onto table and started to slowly undo his diaper.

-Aww...what a cute little guy. - Charlie said as she saw Angel's penis. - Such a cewty wootie wittle dickie.

-Yes...well...I think you understand the situation I'm in...

-It's like a bean stalk. A little lollipop. And...oh my...are you enjoying this? - Charlie asked with a sly smile.

-N-no...

-You are! You're getting an erection! Well...it's not that big of an erection...but still...you are getting hard...

Angel bit his lip and looked away.

-Is wittle Awngy Wangy blushing? Aw...that's so cute...

-Could you hurry it up a bit? Time's a bit on the delicate side.

-Don't be such a worry wart. I'm almost done.

Angel Dust relaxed. It felt sort of nice being changed like that. It didn't take her too long to get the diaper off of him. Then he felt the wet wipe rubbing against his hyper-sensitive cock. Like a lightning bolt straight in his brain, setting his sensors on fire. It was like swimming in an ocean of dopamine!

-Hey! HEY! Stop that! - he managed to force himself to yell out.

-I'm just cleaning you...

-I don't need cleaning! Besides...I'm still sensitive...

Charlie cocked her eyebrow. She snatched the diaper from underneath Angel, scraping his bottom.

-Hey! Watch it... - Angel said, rubbing his ass.

-You...didn't really wet yourself, did you? - Charlie said, after examining the diaper.

-I guess I didn't, did I? - Angel said with a cocky smile. - Welp, see ya!

He tried getting up, but he found himself unable to move.

-Well, well, well...

-Fuck, not you again...- Angel cursed, hearing the familiar voice.

-It seems our diaper donning daredevil has finished his curious crusade. - Alastor said, as he walked from the shadows.

-What the fuck are you doing? The deal is done. I've been changed. I've learned my lesson. End of story.

-Ah, well, you see, I don't beli eve you've learned it yet.

Without much hesitation, Charlie snapped the diaper back onto Angel.

-What are you doing there, Charlie? - Angel tried to move once again, but he was pulled back, black tentacles once again manifesting from the corners of the room, restricting his movement.

-Angel, Angel, Angel...You can't just lie like that to a friend, who's willing to help you get out of a situation like this one. I'm afraid that you just haven't learned your lesson yet.

-I have! Don't you dare say I haven't, you bitch!

-Oh, what might that be?

Angel started sweating.

-Um...be kind to others. Do onto others what you want to be done on yourself...um...don't run with scissors! I don't know!

Alastor grabbed him by the head and chuckled softly.

-Maybe the real lesson was the friends we made along the way, what do you think? - the radio demon laughed and turned slowly to his victim. -The lesson is... don't fuck with me, boy.

The clock struck twelve and...

Puff.

Once again, his dick had grown smaller.

-Why you two-timing, double crossing sack of SHIT! I'm gonna get you for this, Alastor! I swear it.

Charlie pressed her hand right underneath Angel's belly, over his bladder and pushed. The struggling demon didn't really notice it, until it was too late.

She struck with pin-point accuracy, the force enough for Angel's bladder to completely give in. In an instant, he wet we himself, even though it wasn't by much. But Charlie wasn't trying to humiliate Angel, even though she did. No, she had a different plan for him at that very moment.

The stimulus of the urine passing through his urethra was more than enough to bring him to climax.

Angel jerked back and forth, his cum filling up his diaper. And with each passing stream, his arousal grew and he continued cumming. The more he came, the more ecstatic he became and the more ecstatic he became, the more he came.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He simply shut down. Slamming his head back from exhaustion and over stimulation, eyes closing and he drifted off to sleep.

The diaper emitted a green wave.

-There we go! Three hours. And you halved yourself three times. You know, if you had just made yourself ejaculate the very first hour, you could have avoided all of this. Ha-ha! Oh, how I love twists!

Alastor turned towards the Angel, a steady stream of drool hanging from his mouth.

-Seems like the little guy tuckered himself out. Come on, Charlie! Let's leave him to sleep! It's already lunch and I'm dying for one of Niffty's venison steaks. She really knows how to make them bloody and soft, am I right or am I right?

-Are we really going to leave him like that? - Charlie spoke, a little worried about Angel Dust.

Alastor scratched his chin. He snapped his fingers and the tentacles released the demon, pulled a blanket from one of the cupboards and in the blink of an eye put him into a cradle and tucked him in.

-He'll be alright. Just might learn his lesson.

With that the pair exited the room and left the tired Angel Dust to sleep.