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Belittling Confessions

By: Jacob Ivory

The early morning light burned as it dragged through the blinds and sliced the room with amber rays that ran halfway up the back wall; a human stirred, hiding his brown bed head by dragging up thick blankets to hide. However, it wasn't enough; Jack could only get the blankets to his chin, so he groaned and kicked in frustration so he could pull up the excess hanging over his feet. Which deflated the swollen padding between his legs, cold, stale piss trickled down the back of his thigh, and even in Jack's groggy state, he knew his diaper was leaking again. But he smiled though, as he sniffed the underside of his stained bedding and let his mind swim with musky fantasies, as his hand groped his 'accident,' massaging himself to half-mast until his bedroom door was all but kicked in.

Jack snapped himself out from under the blankets and looked up at his red panda sister, Laurel, dressed in baggy tan cargo pants that were cinched around her lower legs, thanks to the black metal plates guarding her knees and shins. As well as a black “Bite me, I dare you" t-shirt. She sniffed the air and groaned, shaking her head in disgust as she pulled her magically grown fur behind her head, “Mom, Jake wet the bed again!" She called out as she finished tying up her fur into a small ponytail.

“Can you just help him clean the sheets? I need to finish packing," Mom called out, almost begging for a break, which she wasn't going to get for a while; Mom and Dad were both getting deployed to help recover an attacked outpost.

Laurel grumbled curses under her breath as she watched Jack climb out of bed, his piss dripping down his legs, while his diaper was so swollen the tapes were barely holding it on. Shaking her head, Laurel put her hands on her hips, “I'm not touching your piss; you can clean it up." Laurel declared as she scratched her brow in annoyance, “What the fuck is wrong with you? I swear it's almost like you're doing it on purpose." She asked no one but the gods as Jack covered his groin with the stained bedding.

“Sorry," Jack apologized, knowing that Laurel was referring to the fact that ever since his tournament fight, he had been wetting the bed 'uncontrollably' at night. No Healer or Doctor could explain why; there was no neurological damage that would cause it. The best they could assume was that it was psychosomatic and that it would go away with time, but that was nearly a year ago. The strange thing was, at first, the healers were right, Jack was having night terrors, and he was pissing himself in fear every time went to bed. But those traumas faded with help from therapists and turned into something else. After bedwetting for over a month, his body had became used to the nightly ritual, so he had to train himself to stop, but he didn't want to; he had just started to enjoy wearing them and using them.

At first, Jack loathed his nighttime routine, diapering himself up, his parents and siblings jumping in randomly to make sure he didn't take it off, begging him to use the bathroom as much as possible before bed, and so on. He hated every second of it, but he slowly got used to them. Eventually, Jack started masturbating while wearing them. After a month of terrors and months of therapy, he found himself struggling to get hard without one around his waist and found himself loving the morning where he could rub his soggy diaper around his dick. He had started to love the smell of his own decaying musk that sometimes he would bury his nose in his own accidents, wishing it could be another male's or another male rubbing his nose in his swollen diaper; to teach him a lesson.

It had gotten to the point where Jack would wake up, piss his dry diaper just so he could masturbate to his fantasies, and of course, he lied, so his parents never found out when they checked his diaper every morning. So Mom and Dad continued the recommended training, and they've been doing it for over a year, and the problem was, things were getting out of hand, even for Jack. He was having honest to the gods, accidents, all over again, he was losing control and becoming incontinent.

And the problem was, he couldn't talk about it with anyone; if Jack admitted that he was losing control again, that would mean he had control in the first place. Which would expose his lies, and Jack was terrified of that kind of aftermath, of what his parents would do to him if they found out he was lying to them the whole time; in fact, using them just so he could get his rocks off. So he had to make a choice soon before he couldn't make one anymore; was he actually going to try and stop, or just let it happen and live his lie for real?

However, he couldn't think about the matter any longer as he tore off his plastic sheet and rolled everything up into a musty ball of fabric and plastic before dragging it downstairs under Laurel's bitter gaze. Laurel dipping into his room to make sure he took everything.

Jack turned down the wrapping stairs and paused as his brother and father glanced up at him before continuing their quiet conversation in the dining room until Jack was in an arm's length.

Jack's Dad, a bull, was dressed in comfortable slacks and a green button-down, which suited his black fur. While Garron, his brother a short but dense black pony, was dressed in black slacks and a red plaid button-down with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, his shirt parted to expose the white undershirt. “You marked your bed again?" Dad asked, and Jack nodded shamefully, “Yes sir… sorry sir."

The formality seemed to appease his Dad as he relented and sighed before reaching out to grab Jack and pull him into a kiss, thick-lipped and warm; it left a wet sensation on Jack's forehead, “I know it's not your fault, but please just keep trying." His tender kindness making Jack's heart sag because he knew he was exploiting his family's kindness.

“Please be safe Dad." Jack begged, and his Dad wearily smiled, ruffling his son's bedhead, “Always, now go take care of your bed, and change out of your diaper." He directed, pushing Jack along so he could go back to speaking with Garron in private.

From the dining room to a small doorway beside the kitchen, Jack dragged his scent through the house and deposited his musk into the washer. When he started it, he took a break, nodding his head as he banished his fantasies; he had to let go; what he was doing wasn't right no matter how good it felt to him personally. He shouldn't have lumped his family into his fantasies of being a permanent bedwetter, by abusing their good nature, he needed to change, and to change out of his diaper.

The garage door beside him opened, and his Mother walked in, a Red Panda; dressed in a simple lavender button-down and jeans; she teased a smile and leaned in to kiss Jack's cheek. “I love you." She whispered before looking down at his soiled groin, with a dispassionate sigh, “It's not getting any better, is it?"

“No.. not really." Jack agreed before he was dragged into a hug, “That's alright, but you need to stop forgetting to wear your plastic pants." The soft warmth of the embrace wounded Jack as he nodded, daring not to hug back and stain his Mother's scent with his 'accident,' “I promise to really try while your gone."

“That's as much as we ask Jack, but we've got to get going." His Mother agreed before leaning out to wave her mate down, the bull saying his own goodbyes to Garron before squeezing past Jack, leaving him with some passing farewells before disappearing behind the garage door. The rumbling of the car door and the fading echo of the tires as they dragged away left Jack feeling empty as he didn't deserve his parents.

Jack clicked the laundry room door closed only when the garage door clanged shut and looked up at Laurel. She was leaning into Garron's shoulder and showing him a video on a camcorder, something jack had never seen before. “What are you guys looking at?" Jack asked, and his siblings glared at him.

“Why don't you tell us?" Laurel declared, pushing the camera into his hands to show Jack a paused picture of himself leaning over his bed to piss his diaper. The shot was from a high angle, and by the looks of it, it had to have been hidden on one of the bookshelves above Jack's desk. “What are you doing right there?" Laurel pushed, tapping the screen with an aggressive claw.

Jack looked up at the restrained rage of his siblings, he was caught, and he buckled under their gaze, “Peeing my diaper." He mumbled, cowering in front of them as his greatest fear was finally realized.

“So, you 'were' fucking doing it on purpose!" Laurel grabbed Jack's shirt collar, “I fucking knew something was going on!" Laurel roared, picking Connor up and pinning him against the laundry room door with a dense thud. Her twilight eyes burning deep into Connor's mind as he felt his bladder nearly give out from the shock, “What the fuck is wrong with you, Jake?" She stabbed, while her claws cut holes into Jack's shirt, the fraying threads twisted tighter around her wrists, tightening the collar and choking Jack into silence. “Do you really like sleeping in your own piss?! Wearing diapers like a cub?!" She interrogated, before Garron stepped in, the dwarvish stud reaching out to grab her wrists and calmly drag them lower till Jack was standing on his own two feet again.

“Laurel, that's enough, just let him go for now." He counseled, before looking at Jake and his new shoulderless t-shirt, “Go upstairs and clean up, and when you're done, you will come down here and explain yourself. That is final, now march.." Garron ordered, nodding Jack away like a disgruntled guard.

Jack didn't argue and just trudged upstairs. While Laurel started to pace, spewing curses and slurs about Jack. On the other hand, Garron stood stoically beside Laurel to retain her rage by acting like a wall she could vent onto.

As much as Jack would have wanted the shower to last for eternity, he didn't dare keep his siblings waiting and dressed in simple shorts and a green t-shirt before limping downstairs. His siblings were waiting for him, sitting behind the dining room table like judges waiting to pass judgment. The camera between them displayed like evidence, but Jack didn't dare sit down in front of them, let alone go anywhere near Laurel, who was tapping her claw in the table, her snout curling up as she waited for the trial to begin. Which she started when she pushed a metal charm across the table; it was covered in runes and looked more like a bookmark, “That's a truth charm, you will hold it, and you will tell us everything, and you so much as try to lie, I call mom and dad right now." She warned before Jack dragged it off the table, crossing his arms to hold himself, nodding in agreement.

“Do you wet yourself on purpose?" Garron asked, and Jack nodded, “Say it, we're recording everything, got it?" He demanded, tapping the camera to point out the flashing red light that burned like a spotlight, “I pee myself on purpose." Jack answered willingly, his chest tightening up as he said it aloud for the first time.

“You-" Laurel's anger was restrained, almost leaping across the table to thrash Jack, but Garron steadied her with one hand, “Why?" Garron continued.

Jack lost his ability to speak, his tongue like lead, but he pushed himself to answer as he looked up at Garron, “Because I like it, I like how it feels, how it smells… I like wearing diapers, I have for a very long time. But it wasn't always like that, I hated them too, you remember how much I struggled with staying in diapers every night…" Jack shook his head as he breathed, “But it just changed, I didn't even realize by how much until it was all I could think about. Waking up to piss myself, so… so I could masturbate…pleasure myself. I saw how I could use my 'accidents' to stay in diapers. So, I peed on the bed and in my diapers on purpose because I wanted to keep wearing them." Jack confessed, his heart dying as he clutched himself and started crying, “I'm sorry… I'm so sorry; I knew it was wrong, but I did it anyway. I didn't care about how much it was bothering you."

“Do you have any idea how much money Mom and Dad wasted on your diapers, so what? You could fucking get horny off your own piss?" Laurel pressed, and Jack shook his head, “Almost one fucking thousand dollars! Diapers, bedding, your fucking changings supplies, and that's not even including the hundreds of dollars they spent on healers and therapists." Laurel dug in, stabbing the air with her hand like a spear, her words ripping into Jack as he just relented to the punishment he all but deserved. “I should fucking castrate you for using mom and dad like that!"

Garron jumped to his feet and grabbed Laurel, and dragged her back down into her chair, “Ok, that's enough." He dismissed, before taking charge and standing behind the camera, clicking off the recording button. “You didn't just use mom and Dad, but you used us. Do you have any idea how hard it has been for us? We try to help; we go shopping to pick up your diapers, we've helped you clean your bed countless times. Mom doesn't even like you being home alone; we've both had to reorganize our lives just so one of us can be home to watch you." Garron admitted, and that was news to Jack, who looked at his siblings, starting to realize the origin of their rage.

Jack wanted to say sorry, but that word felt weightless at the moment, meaningless instead, he just remained quiet until it was clear that they wanted some kind of response, “What do you want me to do?"

“To choose how you want to live the rest of your life, do you actually want to be potty trained?"

Jack lost the ability to speak, and his mouth moved on its own, “No," His response was clear and clean, the charm stealing his voice to expose the truth. He tried to correct himself, but all he could say was something far worse, “I love wearing diapers…I want to wear them for the rest of my life."

Laurel just glanced at Garron, “I'm going to kill him," She nodded, shaking the moral restraints from her body, “I'm going to castrate him and make him suffocate on his own sack." She admitted getting up with her eyes filled with a cold psychosis that made Jack piss himself in fear, his growing weakness showing its true face for the first time, as he soon found himself standing in a puddle of his own warm piss.

“Did you really just fucking piss yourself?" Laurel asked with a stern glare.

“Yes…" Jack cringed, the truth charm killing him, and he watched Laurel's claws dig into the table and drag out thin curls, shaking her head, “Gods, your blood isn't even worth staining the dullest of razors. You're nothing but a fucking disgrace to this family! I will never know why mom and Dad ever adopted a freak like you!" The sharp words were even too much for Garron, who slapped the table, “Laurel, that is enough! You will fucking apologize or so help me I will call Mom and Dad, and when they hear what you said, nothing in the heavens or the Underworld will stop them from skinning you alive! Jack may be a disgusting perv, but you had no right to say that! He is still family!"

Laurel and Jack both flinched under Garron's wrath; he was never one to yell, and hearing him bellow was enough to even make Laurel's legs shudder, and her fur stand on end. Garron shattered Laurel's rage, and there was nothing but a glaring silence between the two that the pony was distinctly winning, as Laurel's ears flattened against her head and her entire presence crumpled. “Sorry…" She started looking up at jack as she struggled to find a way to hold herself, her arms shifting uncomfortably about, her fingers clenching or twirling together, as she relented, “do you want a hug?" She offered sincerely, and Jack nodded, and when Laurel reached out and wrapped her arms around her brother, Jack collapsed into her shoulder, and his eyes drowned in tears as he reached out to hold her.

Laurel was stunned for a moment as the tears stained her shirt, her eyes clenching shut as she listened to her brother's wailing, “Jack, I'm so sorry," She whispered, clutching her wounded brother tightly, dragging him close as she leaned her muzzle on his head, “I'm sorry," she apologized as if to beg for forgiveness, “I… you just used us and…" Laurel's own heavy breaths cut her short, “what are we going to do with you?" she breathed, looking at Garron for help.

“Take him upstairs and get him back in the shower; I'll take care of his accident." Garron directed, waving Laurel off with a sigh, as he shook his head and went to the kitchen to get the mop. The simple reminder of Jack's accident made Laurel glance down at her feet and kick up one of her paws to look at the damage. “Gods above and below-" Shaking her head, Laurel cut her own words short and instead reached down and to pick up her brother and carry him upstairs to the bathroom. Dragging off Jack's clothes, she threw them in the trash; she was never going to clean them, before guiding him into the shower. Jack instantly collapsing to his knees when Laurel wasn't there to hold him up and continued to cry quietly as the warm water pelted his back. Laurel watched Jack like a guard, far enough away to leave him alone but close enough to help him if anything happened, while she washed her feet in the sink.

They said nothing to each other, Laurel just glancing over her shoulder to make sure Jack was safe while he finished, before helping him dry off and direct him to his room.

“Get on the bed Jake," Laurel demanded, leaving no room for backtalk or dispute. When Jack sat down on the edge of the bed, he watched as his sister sighed, and rolled her shoulders to release built-up tension. “I'm sorry-" Jack dared to add, but Laurel just shook her head as she went to the top drawer of his dresser and pulled out a diaper and changing supplies. “Just… please shut up; I don't want to hear it, Jake."

“Yes Ma'am," Jack whispered, keeping his head low, his soft words making Laurel's ears flick back towards him, before setting down the changing supplies on the naked bed beside him. “You've been losing control, haven't you, Jake?" She probed, and Jack nodded quietly, cupping her right brow as she seethed in anger for a moment. Shaking her head Laurel steadied herself before letting out a long breath, chopping the air with the diaper in frustration, wanting to say plenty but kept her muzzle shut, biting her tongue until she dug deeper, “How long… how many times have you had real accidents."

“A couple months, normally once or twice a week… it's gotten worse… three last week." Jack admitted, barely able to glance up at Laurel's tired Twilight eyes, but she nodded in understanding, “I thought so, I know you're wimp, but even you wouldn't pee yourself like that unless something was really wrong." Laurel chided, as she pushed Jack back against the bed before dragging up his ankles and laying them onto her shoulders as she unfurled the diaper. With no amusement, no cursing, no mocking, just tired practice thanks to all of her time as a cubsitter, Laurel folded the diaper expertly around Jack's hips, “You should probably start wearing diapers during the day just incase then."

“I can change myself." Jack timidly challenged, but Laurel only raised her brow, “I think it's pretty clear by now that you don't have the right to argue." Jack paused to protest, but the daring dip of Laurel's head dared him to try and challenge her again, “Yes Ma'am," He ended up relenting, wrapping his arms around himself because he couldn't find any good position that wasn't awkward or embarrassing, as he was changed by his big sister, like every other cub she watched.

When the tapes were brushed on tight with gentle expert paws, Laurel exhaled, “That was one of the easiest diaper changes I've had to do in a while." She grumbled, half-heartedly laughing at the circumstance, as she cleaned her hands with a wet wipe before cleaning everything else up. “Human children can be so damn loud and annoying," She mumbled to herself as she dragged out some sweat pants, a t-shirt, and plastic pants. “Stand up," She ordered, and Jack silently dragged himself to his feet and let Laurel dress him, holding onto her shoulders for support until the shirt was tugged down onto his head, “Thank you, Laurel, I know you hate this."

'I didn't do it for you; I did it because it's the right thing to do; there is a difference; one you refused to learn." Laurel scolded with a dark glare before crossing her arms, “Move, we're not done talking to you, Jake."

“Yes ma'am," Jack answered, his heart racing, scared of what else might they have in store for him, a question he'd have to continue asking as he was pushed towards the living room where Garron was sitting down and leaning over the coffee table. His legal briefcase beside him along with a stack of papers, a dense looking contract, as well as a stationary that protected a vial of shimmering gray ink. Garron's fingers were wrapped around an offset calligraphy pen, which he used to skip his name across dotted lines in quick flicks and flourishes of his wrist.

Jack was pushed down onto the ground across from Garron, forced to sit on his knees on the other side of the coffee table, while Laurel sat in Mom's armchair and popped a bubble tea that Garron must have left out for her. The ripping metal crack cut the silence, and Garron locked his pen in the formal stationery and leaned back on the couch while Laurel sipped on the soda.

“Jake, you know that there is no way we can let your actions slide; you used Mom and Dad, even us, and we're done. You clearly don't want to change, so here's the final deal, you want to use us to help satisfy your strange pleasures, then we get to use you too." Garron pushed the thick stack of papers towards Jack, “This is a slave contract; if you sign this, we'll make sure Mom and Dad don't hurt you, if or when they ever find out. But if you don't, may the gods be kind to you in the afterlife because mom and dad surely won't. You're free to read through it, but the primary thing you should know is that if you sign that contract, you hand all of your mortal privileges over to Laurel and me. You will serve us as a concubine as a means of paying back all the money mom and dad wasted, all the money we lost by watching you and all the time you spent using us." Garron explained firmly as he pushed his stationary towards Jack.

“But I thought this was supposed to be illegal… That Mincridarins… no one is supposed to own slaves here on Earth… like that's supposed to be a full world law?" Jack questioned and Garron nodded, “For the most part, your right, but I've learned that there is an exception to this law that lives because of the BDSM community that existed here on Earth before the Mincridarn intervention. Which simply allows someone, us in this case, to own another being, as long as we follow all the same slave laws and codes that are imposed on Ecorein; but the only exception is, is that you have a choice to leave at any time. That if you say a key phrase, the contract you signed is null and void, in which case that means you lose our protection, and you'll have to face mom and Dad alone." Garron counseled, leaning on his knees, so his green eyes bore down on Jack like a drill; Jack looked at the thick stack of legal documents and at his siblings.

“If I sign this, I essentially become your sex slave; I'm not just doing chores or just helping you around the house… You're going to fuck me?" Jack asked for clarification, and Garron nodded, “That is what a concubine is, and like I said, if you're going to use us to shoot your seed, then we'll use you in the same way." Garron's cold, clean nature left Jack feeling sick, but even the darkest part of his mind dragged out the worse kind of incestual fantasies that left him just that partially excited.

“You're not going to entrap me with some hidden clause, are you?" Jack asked, and Garron slid the very same truth charm towards his brother, “Try to lie." Garron directed as Jack picked up the charm, and he just simply tried to say that the sky was red, but his soul corrected him, “The sky is blue," he answered truthfully, and Garron offered his hand and took back the charm before holding it up to his own muzzle. “There is nothing in here that will trap you or give us the right to abuse you beyond the legal means of the contract and slave laws." Garron assured before putting down the charm, “Are you satisfied?"

“Is this really the only option?"

“You have clearly said that you never want to get out of diapers or change, and I'm not going to stand by and let you walk over me or anyone else just so you can satisfy your own desires. So you can sign this contract, or I can send that video to mom and dad right now, which might be the second-best thing for you. They'll be gone for a week at least, so they'll have all that time to relinquish their anger and emotions and deal with you how they see fit when they come back. But it's your choice, and I will say that as impartial legal advisor as I can be if you want to escape the worst possible outcomes, this is the best option." Garron countered, remaining steadfast and even pulling out his own phone; Dad's number was displayed brightly under his smiling muzzle. That picture wounded Jack as he nodded. His parents had been nothing but kind and understanding, and he had used them and his siblings; Even Jack knew that everything he had done had meant that this kind of punishment was more than deserved.

Picking up the pen, Jack looked at Laurel and Garron, who were doing nothing but watching and waiting to see what he would do. “I'll do it, I know I deserve this, and I'm sorry for hurting you both." Jack apologized with a heavy breath as he looked at the daunting signature line, never realizing how imposing such a simple line could be until he signed over his mortal rights to his siblings.

The strange offset pen made his name look like dense scribbles next to Garron and Laurel's, making him feel all that much smaller in comparison to them. Though the fact that Laurel had already signed the contract must have meant that they this plan in line for a long time, just sitting on it until they got proof.

“Good, now stab your thumb with the tip, and stamp your thumbprint on the box beside your name and give your permission to be used as a concubine out loud. The Angels of Chains need to hear your agreement before it can be finalized." Garron added, and Jack looked down at the sharp tip and cringed; he had never tried to hurt himself before, so Jack struggled to act until he just decided to commit. Biting down on his lip to suppress his urge to flinch as he threw his left shoulder down, directing uncontrolled force down into his thumb to puncture it.

Jack exhaled in a painful gasp as he drew out the nib like a thorn and pushed down his scar onto the paper to seal the legal document, “I willingly agree to be a concubine."

The blood drained from his thumb and ripped across the paper, the silver ink shimmering like an aurora, before shredding the contract with a brazen light. The words flowed off the page and dashed through the air like gleaming chains that wrapped around all of their right wrists; it dragged into their veins, making them glow with silver light, and in seconds the entire stack of paper had turned into nothing but ash. The contract was cleanly written on their forearm but soon faded away like a ghost in a fog. Jack felt the pain in his thumb subside; it was healed. “Is that supposed to happen?"

“Yes, that is how a contract is secured; it has branded our souls, uniting us; both Laurel and I will now feel your pain and be able to sense your emotions. It's a requirement in concubine contracts to protect the slave from abuse and neglect, but don't worry, we'll take good care of you. We used to own a concubine back home in Mincara; it'll be nice to have one to play with again." Garron assured before opening his briefcase and dragging out a dog collar with an oval tag, “Come here Jake, all slaves should wear collars, and don't worry, you won't have to wear it for long, just long enough till we can get you branded."

“Branded?" Jack repeated with dread, and Garron nodded, “You're a slave now, we own you, it's part of the deal, don't worry, most Mincridarn branding is very humane, it'll be more like getting a shock, so don't worry about it. If anything, you should be thinking about where you want it." His brother smiled as he bounced the collar in his hand, “Now don't make me ask again Jake, or you'll see how hard being a concubine really is."

Garron's gentle and calm voice hid his merciless cold nature; Jack had thought Laurel was bad, but she was vocal; he could see her rage, but Garron was terrifying; he kept himself perfectly in check, exposing nothing. Which is why he was probably such a highly valued lawyer, you never knew where he'd go or come from at any one moment, and it was because of that dangerous subtle presence that made Jack lean over to the table and extend his neck and accept the weight of his new title, as it was cinched loosely around his neck. The cold metal of his dog tag bounced against his collar bone and was marked with his new title, “D.P." or rather, “Diaper Pup," something Laurel explained with condescending petting.