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A Little Curse or Blessing
🕑 Added 2023-09-27 14:59:01 +0000 UTCChapter 8
Even though Jessica struggled to remain strong against her growing desires, she had failed more and more to do so. She had finally tried using the pacifier just once and was actually truly shocked at how relaxed and stress relieved it made her feel. After that first time she used it occasionally when she was in private, but when she was in public she similarly did the same with her thumb or the end of a pencil only in times when she was very nervous or stressed out. Though she was very careful not to let anyone else see.
Her pull-ups had, just as she thought they might, become a permanent staple in her wardrobe. It was strange, she glanced at her panty drawer sometimes and found it very weird that she hadn’t worn them in so long, and yet... even though she’d been wary of them for a while, she still couldn’t deny just how soft and kinda cozy the pull-ups felt around her bootie. She’d pondered a few times now whether or not it was becoming time to start thinking about getting rid of her panties. The times she’d had that thought though she shook her head out and called herself silly at even thinking that. It was the curse that brought thoughts like that up. Try as she might though, the idea had crept back into her mind more than a couple times. One of these times she was nervous she wouldn’t be able to fend the idea off much longer.
On top of all this, she’d eventually given in and finished decorating her room and was embarrassed at how much she liked how it looked, despite it looking more like a nursery than any room that might belong to a young woman attending college. She knew it had to be the curse changing what her opinion might be of the room, but she’d long known that there was no fighting against it, the curse was too strong. Her stuffies, baby wipes, and baby powder were now prominently and proudly displayed on her bedside table, if her bed really even could be called that anymore. If she was being honest with herself, her bed now looked more like a large changing table or a giant crib since she’d redecorated the sheets added in a lace trim and gave it all some extra padding. The only thing it was really missing was bars on all four sides, something she’d embarrassedly found herself Googling more than once during a slow portion of a class.
Her wardrobe was the final thing to have gotten a makeover. Before she’d met Madame Zola, Jessica had stuck to wearing mostly darker clothes. Skinny jeans, or stylish sweatpants or hoodies. Things that the sorority girls mostly wore. Over time though her style had changed. She began to wear more colors, bows and dresses, and skirts and all kinds of flowy things. Despite the strange looks and giggles she still sometimes got from the sorority girls, her new style was probably her favorite influence she got from the curse. She felt more herself. More girly and happy and free. Even though she of course knew that her pull-ups were still constantly there underneath her girly layers.
Yes, her life had changed a lot since she’d been cursed, but she supposed it wasn’t all bad. There wasn’t anything she could do about it, so she might as well try to be happy. And the longer she thought that way the happier she felt like she was. Of course she wasn’t sure if that was the curse just making her feel happy, but it was what it was.
Her potty control had mostly stayed at the level that it was at, but she’d been more and more often letting herself go into her pull-up. She had even peed in them in public a few times. Even though a part of her felt ashamed at doing something so odd, she couldn’t help but enjoy the warm squishy feeling that accompanied her accidents after the fact.
It had taken A LOT of consideration and willpower, but she’d even gone #2 in them a few times. She had decided she needed to try it at least once, and thought she was going to absolutely hate it, but she was wholeheartedly incredulous when it actually was much more pleasant than she’d expected. It was a little gross, mostly the smell, but it just made her pull-ups even warmer and much more pleasantly squishy, especially when she sat in them.
Her pull-ups unfortunately had leaked once or twice when she’d foregone a change the first time she’d used them and had chosen to instead enjoy how her used one felt.
The day she got a surprising visitor she had dropped her bag and gone to her bedroom to reluctantly get herself a change. Her hair, which she’d decided to dye for the very first time, swayed when she turned over her shoulders in the cute braided pigtails look she’d put them in. Jessica smiled to herself as she pulled her dress off her shoulders and let it fall to her ankles, quickly doing the same with her bra. Left dressed in nothing but her favorite bow and pull-up, Jessica scrambled up onto her bed and laid on her back as she soon started reaching inside her wet pull-up and rubbing herself. It had been a long afternoon, and she wanted to enjoy herself. Little did she know... she was moments away from having someone else arrive.
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This story was written by Zander Chesney
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